Accepting Losses Andt
that's what it is to be a slave
but now you know the truth
and are no longer blind
outcomes are known
history cycles like a clock
it is discrete and you are not
less than this being lodged in time
captured and held upon the water wheel
that goes round and round and nobody knows
when the 'court' count will have no more use for you
stan sand
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