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Retread

 

One often retreads the ground on which he apprehended benefit.

It is in this ground where disproportionately one loses his feet.

Will…to resurface.

Numb he flounders…til he falls face first.

And when his face is plant within dirt,

he believes it to be the stench of proper unkind earth.

Yet it is mud blended with the traces of him…his own putrescence.

Upon recognition…he may rise above and occasion retread.

Or he resolves to sink below and finds himself in the pleasingly comfortable company, drowning in the human stain.

 

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Author:

"If he's honest, he'll steal; if he's human, he'll murder; if he's faithful, he'll deceive. Being at a loss to resolve these questions, I am resolved to leave them without any resolution." I have so much to say to you that I am afraid I shall tell you nothing."

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