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We work

The way that children do before they know any ‘better’

So self aware that they are oblivious as if it’s just second nature

Breath, play, and know thy self

As if we’ve never been told who we ought to be or ought not to be

Or who we could be if we would be when we should be

We just work

Like slaves in farmers’ fields covering our skin in dust

We harvest each other from the depths of despair and carry ourselves proudly to the loom to be woven together like threads in a tapestry

To build stories

In the silence of our bodies and the pictographic poses of our faces

We give of ourselves so sincerely, purely, as if Christ were watching every movement made

As if we were existence in its simplest form, never saying what will be simply being what we will

And we work

Until we use our words

Move our lips to motion madness that massacres their smiles and take breathes that lie best bellowed between one another

Spilling ourselves into coffee stains on homework

Its just forced communication to fill a word count evaluation and perceive ourselves as percentages

Pieces of what we once were when we worked

Like children who slaved to build stories without words