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A [[man's|Man]] [[body|Body of a Man]] at [[auction|Auction]],

“[[Wake up|Where am I?]], Leon,” a (if: (random: 1, 2) is 1)[[[girl's voice said|A Man's Body at Auction]]](else:)[[[girl's voice said|A Woman's Body at Auction]]].” (Mosely Voices)

Gentlemen look on this [[wonder|The Dream]], Whatever the bids of the bidders they cannot be high enough for it, For it the globe lay preparing quintillions of years without one animal or plant, For it the revolving cycles truly and steadily roll'd.

[[Where|Where]] am [[I|I]]?

Within there runs blood, The same old blood! the same red-running blood! There swells and jets a heart, there all passions, [[desires|Corrupt]], reachings, aspirations

A [[woman's|Woman]] [[body|Love the body of a woman]] at auction,

She too is not only herself, she is the teeming mother of [[mothers]],

She is the bearer of them that shall grow and be [[mates|Love the body of a woman]] to the mothers.

[[Have you ever loved|The Fool]] the body of a woman?

This is not only one man, this the [[father|father]] of those who shall be [[fathers|father of fathers]]

In him the start of [[populous|Love the body of a man]] states and rich republics

Of him countless immortal lives with countless [[embodiments and enjoyments|Love the body of a man]].

Where are my hands[[?|Why]]

What is that light? What’s [[that|Why]]?

Why can’t [[I|Where am I?]] [[look|My Eyes]] away?

[[Nothing|Not my Body]] belongs to me anyway

This is a quotaion from "Whispers in the Dark" from Futureland that serves as the basis of much of the musical atmosphere for the piece. “Suddenly he could see again. Ptolemy was sitting there looking at another Chill lying on the bed. The boy, almost a man, wearing a lavender andro-suit with no shirt, had hair that made him look like the king of lions. He was still skinny, and darker than he had been. From brown to black, Chill thought, and then he was gone forever from the Earth. First his thoughts were elsewhere, and then slowly, electron by electron, the matter of his soul was transported. Somewhere there were bursts of stars and lines of reality that connected uncounted voices. God, Chill thought. But there was no answer to his assertion. A halo of winking lights radiated next to him, mingled with him, and he knew in some new language that this was his mother. The word freedom occurred to Chill, but the meaning faded with the clarity of his light. So much he knew that he was unaware of. So much beyond him even then. It’s like I’m a breath, he wanted to say. Yes, Misty’s new form replied.” Excerpt From: Walter Mosley. “Futureland.”

They offered [[two million|Nothing Belongs to Me]] for that.

or the [[fool|Conceals]] that corrupted her own live body?

They wanted my [[eyes|2 Million]]

Wake Up. Fin. [[Coda.|CODA]]

Not [[my body|My Mind]]

or my [[mind|What I Know]]

not my history or even what I know. But it ain’t bad. Naw. It ain’t bad at all. ’Cause I’m still [[feelin’|Release]] and thinkin’ somethin’.

Have you ever loved the [[body|The Senses]] of a man?

God Mother Free... It's like I'm a breath[[...|The Dream]]

Have you seen the fool that corrupted his own live [[body|The Senses]]?

Exquisite senses, life-lit eyes, pluck, volition, Flakes of breast-muscle, pliant backbone and neck, flesh not flabby, good-sized arms and legs, And [[wonders|The Dream]] within there yet.

For they do not conceal themselves, and [[cannot conceal|Yes]] themselves.

[[Yes.|The Dream]]