Almost everyone is normal, happy, and well-adjusted. People are having fun… Eyes filled with wonder & hope… Memories in the making. A chilly January breeze blows. A smiling crowd is alive and present— In my heart my hope warms me. "Look over there!" "Did you know...? There is no pot that's melting— That’s fusing people together. There's no single product being forged. A conglomeration exists. The conglomeration strengthens individuals, Builds a stronger vessel for transport, Strides upwards, forwards, onwards… Towards the unfathomable future. The conglomerate structure… The stacking, The combing— or pruning The layering— or quilting The individual/together Still unique, Still special, Unionized with the other. An exploration. A childhood of acceptance. An adolescence of faith. We wait. We build. We attack & apologize & blame & boast & scorn & travel And become... We drop the tribal belonging as sole marker of self and become part of... The conglomerate welcomes us as we welcome it. The conglomerate offers us freedom & safety. We follow its rules. We flaunt some. We Ignore others. We fear. We pray. The conglomerate is home. We are home.