HIS NEW SERVITUDE
The outline runs like a circle around things - a
municipal boundary of absolutely no import at
all. The Mayor and his Council - inconsequential
non-thinking nudists, just stand around to theorize,
trying to find a reference and a newer means of survival.
Intact, the Algonquins and the Catskill natives swarm their
sachems - 'can it be, is this the one, should we stop waiting?',
they all chime in together, badgering their beaver chief. As
if they were chosen Jews, selected by God for their own
circumference too, they pace and circle the assembly.
These 'chosen folk' are always everywhere the same.
The idea is always to cancel the servitude with a special
relationship to the unseen presence just off the stage.
That one - there - the Grand Manipulator again.
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