The Windmills Of Our Minds
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Laurence Overmire
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We never know
Who another person is
We don't even know
Ourselves
Fools on donkeys' backs
Cylindrically
We ride
Our judgments stuck
In the point of a lance
We charge
Hating the shadows
Of who we think they are
Not realizing these
Haunting dis-figurines
Are but the shadows
Of ourselves.
~ Laurence Overmire
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