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(foolish dribbles to be written at uncertain times, on an irregular basis, from uncertain sections of the ever expending universe, and from whatever dimension I-We-Us-Them might find ourselves/ myself in …)Thursday, February 10, 2005
THE WORKHORSE
I am a workhorse. I plow the fields of others. I do not know them though I have seen them in their castle. Sometimes, when they ride in their fancy horse buggies by the field which I am plowing, they stop and push away the curtains with their clean hands, and they look at me. I look at them. They smile at me. I smile at them. They can evict me from this land with merely a movement of their hand. I could poison their fields and the food which they reap. They mistake my smile for contentment. I mistake theirs for gratitude. We are both fools in our own right.