Gathered together in a box
tiny people
they believe
they are intelligent
smart,
potent,
and so on -----::> hah!
oh!
money-hungry little monsters
marching on two legs
seeing themselves
so beautiful
so good
I, as a zero,
do not see them
I smile
towards the stars
my loneliness
my consciousness
floating in space
bodiless
where
the economy
struggle, greed
exist no more.
I am a cloud now.
an invisible nothing,
my existence is similar
like a dream
then
I woke up in the past
in the box, today
But I know
I am not here.
This is just a bad dream.
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