Vivid visions of the past lurk me, I’m walking on the avenues of once a quick man’s vision, driving in car models a dead man thought and voting with rights dead men and women fought— for, we’re all living life through dead men’s visions— books of laws and morals woven by dead men’s *****— subconscious slaves to dead ways. So ask me about “life” and I’ll reply, *I’m still waiting to live like my master for everyone that lives dies but everyone that dies lives.