2031. AND ONE TIME

AND ONE TIME

One time I forgot my status as landed servant

and walked all the way home alone; another time,
as landed gentry, I flew skyward on a magic cloud of

dust. Enscripted acolyte, same thing - months of

plodding work, cows, pigs, fieldwork and labor.

Horseshoes. Repairs. As if I was born to toil while

also being born to royal. It never mattered, my

soup was always the same as the soups of

all the others; a forced gruel filled with bread.

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I went to school, to try and tell them, but

no one listened. I trod long paths to far-flung

cabins and roists, to find a guide or a master;

none was ever found to make any real sense

to me. I clapped backs with the hands of scouts

and masters, but found we shared no tongue :

I said one thing, they said another.

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It was always like that.

Then, (I was told), I went crazy

one day and simply began to shout

and scream, so they had me taken

away. In a winding cloth of sorts, with

with laces and clasps they'd hurriedly

made. And the one time I got here,

the one time I stayed. It was

just like that, yes, just

like that.