Why dost thou place a burden on such shoulders so young, that leavs’t bones Weak and weary. I have spoken to thee every day’s night, but thou has not Answered me. The difference is visible even to those who haven’t spectacles. For I Am tired of pigs who always squeal and oink. The noises thou make are mere Productions of thou imperfections, making thine own production perfection. Ashamed of thine own as I am, ashamed is she of her own. As we both dine we See not the spectrum of color, but thy beauty of creation. I am a sheep to thou Flock. Oh, Shepard a top my bed thy eyes seek thou answer.
-Jared Neff
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