It looks like either a parade or paradise because the focal point
is the flaw you might say that it was an arrangement of inconveniencies
all the bodies of the other creatures basked right next to yours

and you could touch them in any way you chose       The bank doors
open day and night; no one noticed the money
The lassitude which overtook you was not simple torpor or

complex velleity but a new kind of energy: here we are at last
Adam’s off ox in the parlor of plenty. Something fishy here.
Bloated with fulfillment at the moment of petition.

A beggar stops you in the street and reminds you that the wise man
is ruled by wisdom but the fool is ruled by the wise man. What
is to be done against this tyranny? The usual things.

from Bringing Back Slavery (1976)