Minutiae of life, betwixt
Sacred and profane in the mundane,
If lustless, miraculous disdained,
Evolves at it's own clip
Giving the unseeing eye the slip,
A crysalis of sorts,
Caterpillaring into
Butterflying love.
the corporate structure's convolution's devolutionary direction doesn't have to sociologically through to societally program anyone, not even for a moment, if we choose only not to be :) reality
