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the brutality of the beasts on their trodden paths,

trudging angrily towards their guided goals.

and i would think, "to be like them"

because i greatly admired their self-control.


so i mulled 

and i moved 

and i acted 

out of a belief system based on denying thyself.


i played the role,

i followed cues,

and i acted 

out the part, but was never myself.


futility. all hope escaped me.

i became embittered with the yoke i was adorned with.


destiny. all dreams forsake me.

suffering under misconceptions and the heavy spirit.


i began to consider this plot

and the planks that burrowed into my shoulders.

i pondered my views on love, on life,

on sleepers and on soldiers.


and then i met a man-

a human man.

not like the ox where i had been.

he stood upright,

and he began to speak,

and he spoke my language;

through beautiful teeth,

with the very same tongue.


then he spoke through me, to me,

and i knew every word.

enveloped in 'of course' because nothing's absurd.


we are 

and we always were 

and we always will be-


you. 
me. 
us. 
WE.


i will raise this yoke; deadweight lifted from my back.

i will spit out the bit and the bridle.

i will distance myself from this hopeless plantation

to live and be enlightened instead of entitled.


you formed me in my cacoon.

you made a home for my room.

you extracted the light inside me that had been broken and bruised


and brought me forth into my new creation.


you set their eyes upon me.

you let me live the dream.


when fantasy is reality, you have everything.

and i am contented in all things, in you.


the whole lump was leavened

and now we have a freshly baked loaf

to eat our meat and cheese on.


because we are literally the best thing since sliced bread.

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