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The Waste Beneath (Epiphany)

I marvel at the fact
that so many don’t marvel at the fact
we directly, walk, drive, and dwell over, every day, every kind of sweat, vomit, piss, snot, blood, body hair, shampoo, food particle, dish soap, makeup, semen, condom, and tampon that can be assigned to municipal member’s name.

And, they give not even the first thought of a world where one would be required to wade into the depths
of the byproduct
of what
it cost to conduct the thing we call “humanity.”

Most won’t learn to appreciate
the processes and procedures set in place that allow us to alleviate
freely,
not until forces like Katrina and 6.5s force us to.

From the Soul,
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