The office is like a maze a rat gets trapped in, each in a cubby hole hiding like cheese with me moving through the long corridor from the front door until I get to the cheese I most desire.
This is mostly a Tuesday ritual I undertake each production
day, though lately via new media I feel more connected, meaning more than I
did.
This is a life line is to someone I did not expect to find
in any of the cubby holes, someone brilliant, a wordsmith in a world where we
all fumble with words, all of us trying, but a few managing to succeed so as to
seem like the cheese I most wanted the whole time, intriguing scene of real
cheese more than a little worth the effort to get through this maze.
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