I wish that we could still be friends
Into the shadows of my life you brought the light.
You make my raggedness silky.
But broken hearts should mend.
So I sit and hold the pieces.
Waiting for them to be put back together again.
“You don't like my 'restless' doctrines – I should be very sorry if you did – but I can't stagnate nevertheless – if I must sail let it be on the ocean no matter how stormy - anything but a dull cruise on a level lake without ever losing sight of the same insipid shores by which it is surrounded. -” -lord byron.
Old, poor people called sin-eaters were hired at funerals in ancient times to eat beside the corpse and thus take on all the sins of the dead person, who was then thought to be freed from purgatory. Usually, all they got for taking on these often myriad sins was a small coin, a crust of bread, and a bowl of ale – small payment, though a living, for what amounted to a pawned soul.
It's years since you've been there, and I miss you.....like the deserts miss the rain.
How am I without you, more myself or less myself.
...this optical theater provides us with
a great measure of illusion; hypnotic images,
memorized by drones, in a restless half-slumber...
...perturbed and constant motion,
coupled with a brooding awareness
of this body's impermanence..