Somebody makes love to anybody. A human bears skin of gold and diamonds. We sell the body for what it is worth. Diamonds and gold. It is nonsense to say we do not torment ourselves, that life is what afflicts us. The earth has no hands. Ocean and dirt have no grip on our gold. I may push the tide away but it has no desire for me. The earth can not promise to stop cracking and splitting apart. It may not collapse around you. Somebody always convinces me to be sold.