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I decided to post a few recent writings....more to come.


Frottage

Here I spend my time, I spend my days
Here in these halls that bear my grandfather’s name

Here I bide my time, I wait my turn
Here I find what I have left to learn.

There I look for you, I look all around
There in cracked marble, three shades of brown

There I bide my time, I wait my turn
There I find what I have left to learn.


and a short story...

The ant asks the human for a twig.
"Why do you want the twig?" the human asks.
"Because if I have a twig, then I can do lots of great things. I can build forts and bridges, I can make fire and rhythm, and I can use it to build my strength," said the ant simply.
"Do you need the twig?" inquires the humored human.
"I don't know," replies the ant.
"Suppose you want this twig and I give it to you. Suppose you use it for forts and fires and for forging muscles. What will you do after that?" the human asks.
"I don't know," sighs the ant.
"Suppose you get this twig that I've given you, and you build bridges and beat beats and build your biceps, and then I knock down your bridges and silence your beats and crush your biceps. Then what?" questions the human seriously.
The ant looks down and whispers, "If you give me the twig, I will build forts and bridges, and I'll make fire and rhythms, and I'll definetely gain strength. And if you destroy all of those great things, well, at least I'll have known that one day I did build forts and bridges, and I really did make fire and rhythms. At least I'd know that this ant could be strong."
The human smiles.