What You Thought Was Yours Is Ours And What's Ours Is Over And Now Belongs To Us

I. What is Yours is no longer Yours and has been given to Ours, the world and each individual creator of Their world, and since Your ideas are communal, and Your depressions are memorials, these Yours have indeed become Our communes and depressions, Our monuments that We have taken from You, creator of Your world, and You have no power that still belongs to You; it's now Ours and Ours are shallow and Ours are terrible and it's not quite Our fault but rather Yours, You, Creator of shallow and horrible ideas, visions, scenes that We never wish We had taken from You.

II. What's Ours is over because You have slipped away and We have continued on without You, the Confused, and We will keep Ours and then turn it into Ours, Ours being We's, which is close to Yours but nothing even the same as Yours, or Ours, because We are stronger than You, and happier and more intelligent too, because We can keep what is Yours without ever losing what is Ours, and We will never, ever – not even if You take what is Ours and make it Yours again, because it will never, ever again be Yours again – ever, ever, give Yours back.

III. Ours now belongs to Us, dead as It or You may be, because look around You, We outnumber You too greatly; We are larger in number than swallows diving off a cliff and We stretch longer than the Great Andes. That is who We are, We are every earthquake and typhoon, and You are the pollinating bumblebee, without any Pollen left for You to make into Yours, because the Honey belongs to Us and the Flowers belong to Us and the Queen, too, belongs to Us and You should never come back here unless You have changed Your ways of thinking and dreaming and writing because We are never going to change and it's up to You to join the ranks of Us that will march onto the shores of Your confidence.