Silktail Envyplums, prose

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Prose, part two explaining the concept of 'Silktail Envyplums'.

Submitted: May 09, 2007

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The tree of human ingenuity bears no fruit but the sweetest one of all. Skin dry and leathery, tough on the flesh, soft and supple on the fingers. We all lie here, in the shade. Some of us are lucky, a few of us are really luck, and you there, and that other one, next to you, are the luckiest. The rest of us have no backrests, little shade, and few comforts. We live, we’re fed the fruit everyone deserves. We feed on the fruit of human ingenuity. We feed on the envyplums. Sickly, isn’t it? We live on wanting and not getting. Yet we die from needing and not wanting.

 

The tree of human ingenuity bears no fruit but the sweetest one of all.  We feed on the envyplums. We live on wanting and not getting. Our skin will grow green, and we will become weighted, heavy and ripe, a wet parcel of our own productivity. Wrapped in silk and cotton, we will fall to the ground. If all else fails, we fall to the ground.


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