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Pyramid Builders
I joined the crew when I was in diapers
and could barely lift a trowel.
(The trowel being the most important tool in a set of important tools.
Which include: the pick & the twenty pound sledge hammer.)
I grew… Summer by summer.
As a youth I could easily outwork grown men.
We were a crew of bandidos & pistoleros & gangstas & corn bread mafias.
My dad was a general who lived like a soldier at the front lines.
We did the impossible.
I thought of us as the pyramid builders.
There was a precision and methodological process to the work we did.
Beginning with chaos and ending with seamless lines and finished surfaces.
All with directed intents of superhuman strength and resilience.
There is something transferable
In the enactment of process…
In the alignment of lines
The assignment of signs
The attainment of kinds
And the types of minds
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