I had a dream the ghouls of advertising mutely ceased

I had a dreamThe ghouls of advertising mutelyCeasedTheir murderous assaultUpon my bodyThe metrosprawl Suburban tractsWere allPloughed underTo make room forPlanting thingsGod gives for free
AgribusinessWas in the dustTheir chemical bombsNo longer detonating in our bodiesTo make usDiabeticAnd unable to set footBefore footWe are a walker nation again
No more baconater triplesSupersonic burgersBk quad stackersBread bowl pastasNo more archerNo more davisNo more midland

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In my dream the walk returns

In my dream the walk returnsThe city comes backThe all-reality neighborhood returnsJane Jacobs is reveredAnd Johnny Appleseed is known
No moreCalvacades in iron suitsCalled SUVsIngesting rights of waysOn the way toHells of their own makingNo more monster mealsNo viscous burpsNo plastic covered furniture
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In my dream devils are not defeated on the plane of states

In my dreamDevils are not defeated on the plane of statesBut only on the plane of the individual spiritWhose task is toClimb Jacob's Ladder daily
In my dream we are our mindWe are our soulWe are our bodyWe are one

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