Ask

and you shall receive.

and those who have little will have that little taken away.

A mood in which to play.

Someone asked and I return to last year and feel the over-warm air as I suck it into my lungs. Effort and no effort.

A time and place.

Just a time and place

I came back to find what I thought I would: nothing's changed, but everyone. Is dead.

Eternity is but a fiction I perpetrate to keep myself from sitting down and never again standing to move.

"Does my pleasure please you, my mistress?" I ask, in a moment of knowing.

The reply is that we cannot know, try too hard, try to ... . It's a celebration outside. A celebration of today, never let anyone tell you tradition is anything but about today. And fear.

Were we all born by mistake, or just the rest of us?

5/11/07, published 2/11/8