Spectacle, reciprocal.

Respect your elders.
Hold your tongue, then make love to your spouse. Spouse meaning married, you perverted generation.
Bible is the framework, executive plan and blueprints for all of this.
Drink in the rays of setting suns, over and over again.

Spend an hour listening to someone who has it going not so well, and cry with them.
Make sacrifices and stand up with a bold face.
Be humble and confident, you are fearfully and wonderfully made.

Hot cherry pie and french vanilla melt the evening away, and you can hear the thickness of the summer air. The blue light from the television fills the room, and you try to figure out which objects are casting which shadows. Then it hits you, all the people you love are different now, and it's hard to fall in love again.

Lamp shades made of fabric, baskets with blankets in them and a soft chirp from the wilderness sings in through the window. It's almost like you're not in the city anymore, it's almost like civilization has stopped altogether, and that feeling is wonderful.

A pin drop, the future, bliss. White atmosphere, and we're all dressed in soft silver jump suits. Quiet voices direct us through the halls and wings of the New Republic of North America. We can't go outside, so we suffer through safe life with this recycled air. We're all tan, in shape and party every night. This utopia has destructed all ideas of conviction and restriction. Credit card brain stem, have what you want now. We've all become filthy, writhing whores, and then God became the ultimate cuckold because of our putridness. It's a wonder that he chooses to save any of us. When poetry is dead, Jesus is still alive forevermore.