I burnt down a small forest
I walked in a blizzard of pain
I wish you were here to tell me stuff
I'm putting it off
I'm coming around
There's somebody I need
to tell
You - aren't there
Aren't here
There's something that
I need to tell
somebody
aren't here
aren't there
Finches
omissions
Midnight loon
just you and me
So, finally, we've reached the end of the burnt forest versions and we can move forward in the bird cycle - tomorrow. But for tonight, because it's late and because I'm in the mood, I'm just going to enter a couple of new pieces.
Too late and tired for more narrative tonight. There's little narrative these days anyway. Just a lot of chemo and side effect management. Well, and squirreling...
I.
the law unto
herself
and the same
choice would
seem to be
willy nilly
time, memory and history
the little things
that make life
worth living
amazing, amazing
world
II.
a week ago
from tomorrow
suppose there were
a way to find
nearly all
have faces
complexity
will arise
Good night to you. Sweet sleep.
