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In the beginning — a story was born,

and the child — became — another mouth to feed.

His lot — his place — in life — was set,

whether he consciously made the choice — or not.

As he grew — his physical weight — forever fluctuating,

however slight,

was the Earth’s burden to bear — the burden,

a gravitational equation.

Born with a will — an innate trait — he survived many a power play,

manipulating others with clever maneuvers — win, lose or draw.

His works — not original — but hand-me-downs — reproduced

for the sake of posterity — giving him — a sense of self-worth.

Aware — was he — of a certain personal freedom ,

ambiguously prescribed,

daring him to express it — in action — in thought — in private

conversations with himself — and his God.

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