(off the dome) man can't live off bread alone-- but he all ways-- holler hungry-- stomach rumbling growling and such-- but-- maybe him need qwenching-- spritual re-vi-tuh-luh-zay-shun seems men talk sooooooo much-- they forget the face of action-- and all that it entails-- four chambers of flesh-- beating out of one's chest-- describes the hearts of men-- human spirit truimphant over-- ever-y ad versit-y yet man can't live off bread alone-- but him all ways-- holler hungry-- stomach tossing-- turning and such-- maybe he need qwenching-- spiritual-- re-sus-a-tay-shun breathe life into the face of ak-shun-- if u might have the gall-- stop.talking. and 'just do it' as the spirit of victory would have suggested-- leave my mind swollen-- with politics-- and inner-city ails-- and pain-- but i am just me-- and me ain't collectively us-- although us might have the same-- four chambers-- our heart beat different ways-- and we all are different-- even if us could could make a difference-- it would be a different difference cuz we are all-- different. stop.talking. all that one might muster-- to scream the troubles of the day shall be squandered-- by ignorant acts of-- not knowing-- and not choosing to know yet-- still disturbed and complaining -- while sittin-- doin nuttin juss chillin..... stop.talking. sometimes i wish my heart would just stop.beating. i hear the the breath of earth and-- life's.wheezing. dying softly-- wanting to know not-- but knowing-- what thoughts and feelings flow through the contractions and recessions and murmurs-- of the hearts.of.men. sean. yalljustdontknowwhattheworlddoestomedaily!!!!!