Saturday, 11 April 2015

Master – Slave Dialectics

She advises me
With such care
Such scrupulous precision
I almost forget the problem
In favour of her solution

I follow her words
Like light follows sight

She is my only lobbyist
Only voice
Who enters my mind
Like my own thoughts

She knows me
Like her own room

Sometimes in exasperation
I shout at her
“You have made a slave out of me.”
She whispers back smiling
“Be my master if you can!”

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