... ..a guided drift ....June 28, 2004   Within these walls, I move in tattered silence.  I am a graceful cripple, reverent to the point of impiety.  I draw the finest of lines. Others who live here know of my impiety.  But they know too that I am faithful.  I am a good and faithful servant, impious, yet necessary.  I make it work. I'm early to rise while others sleep and dream of escape.  Perhaps I should tell them the gate is unlocked.  But I am a shepherd, not a warden.  I know nothing of confinement or freedom.  I plod with weight I do not possess.  And about me there is a guided drift. previous..|..current..|..archives..|..2d quarter index..|..next

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