Form-fitting by Thomas Lipschultz 2/11/99 Two tails flowing from the torn tuxedo; Chaining the masses and breaking the chain, Channeling back to the masses beneath, The mounds of skin and hair and teeth -- An outbreak to happen in seconds, in minutes, To shed the chains, restate independence Of body and soul to the God-given way -- Exposed and extolled and excreted away. Remade and reborn and excreted away. Children of many, children of all, Children of God, granted and gifted, Painted, uplifted, Shapes flowing colors, colors keeping 'nane, Watching our God, while God does the same. Under a sky that looks down on Earth, Under the shield that mankind has constructed, Tormenting fabrics and fabulous names: After a while, they all look the same. All throughout time, they all look the same.