We have the chance to turn the pages over to expose what has previously been concealed. Make it susceptible to general view and double optical assailment. As a whole we can write what we want to write in direct service of the community or common unity which we call home. Far from undetectable - perceptible material of a real un-ethereal whole. We gotta make ends meet, before we get much older, ordinary, common or vulgar. Sharing similar grounds. We’re all someone's daughter/We're all someone's son. Open (as [y]our eyes) unclosed/unlocked/unshut/unflushed and that which is or seeks to be well-known. How long can we look at each other as though prominent as a barb on metal wire to snag the side of the mouth? The whole/the unit/the sum of all parts of all persons not kept secret, not in private, not to be confused with pubic or any other down the barrel of a gun(?). An opposite connected by it’s meridian line (for a sphere on it’s side is the same as another) - not general in effect or admission. Withdrawn from observation, wash away the hesitation, unsuitable for display. Preferably, you're the voice, try and understand it (it’s not known nor intended to be such but ignorance). As you’re archaic but obsoletely stoic and your part[s] are plural, enlist/resist/insist we take/make the noise and make it clear/my dear/have fear. To address another is to confuse the quiet - to insist I, you and we’re not gonna sit in silence. Perhaps though, a single of low rank - the first place to put your foot before the rugs tug away - could hold no public office but bullet point a private citizen. We're not gonna live with fear or subclass, a whole similar to obituary/hole. A social rank, socially rank and the rank which means turning your nose up but mouth down. What manner is your existence? Please - this time, we know we all can stand together. And thank you, and apologies and i beg your pardon from my knees - please. Partly/loosely/loose me but find an inflectional form with the power to be powerful. Indeterminately agree that one of us, at least, the individual of the whole of one circle in the venn diagram (a sham, probably) is believing we can make it better. Or wetter. Now please, wash your hands.