I saw the worst minds of my generation improved by reading, well fed and warmly clothed,
marching themselves through the bright sunny streets at dusk looking for the bar where their friend is waiting,
every-shaped humans aching for the newest film of their favourite dynamic star to whir through the machinery of their local cinema,
who a social security net and well paid available employment opportunities has catapulted up the pyramid of needs, floating across the clouds of self improvement contemplating their favourite tune,
who adequate housing, readily accessible education, and the support and treatment to get back on their feet,
Who bared their brains to honest information under the humility of trust to expertise and saw specialised angels scratching their pens to the paper of papers,
who passed through being wrong and gaining learning and understanding so that next time they can with cool eyes accept the truth they see,
and who therefore ran through the streets of this poem and in its variable measure and non-rhyming plane,
found at last a full stop.
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