The Grind

The Grind

19991208.1520

The seeds we plant produce more seeds --
Well, SOME do, anyway --
And we gather those seeds to us
And select from among them to choose
Which we put back in the ground
And which we keep to consume.

If we keep all of the good seeds to eat
Then the next crop we reap will be poor.

Sacrifice is important.

If we plant the best kernels
Then next year we get to eat ten or a hundred
Just like the one we put in the dirt. Maybe.

So here we stand, ready to walk,
Tied to the crank that spins the wheel of the inevitable
That grinds experience into the powder we later use for food.

If I knew you were coming, I'd have baked a cake.

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