Sonnet XXIII – The Map a River Makes

And now, behold, the deluge comes anon; containers burst and none can stand the wash.

misdirection

I’m somewhere north of Nashville; that’s all you get for now.

If there is glass between me and another world, something needs to change…

is swearing permitted? here?

beyond the shoal; awash, my soul…

A deal not meant for me, I bought; Account was mostly overdrawn.

The woods are empty, none to show, The ice has made the stream quite slow,
And hours again until I go,
And hours again until I go.

I’ve kept these words at bay for years; “Occasion” this shall be.

Regret is a medium-sized toothed emotion and a uniquely specialized predator…

Tell me, what else should I have done?Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?Tell me, what is it you … More

Many hands make light work, even when the saw only has room for four.

You can, of course, make choices, and…You can, but it may cost your soul.

A day is born

But friendless souls are angry haunts;
degrading makes belonging wrong.

let’s listen to our shadow
for it tells us where we’ve been
or where we will be.

Who knows what else that thing can do?

My goal of six is quite sublime, E’en if I have to rhyme with ‘slime’.

If only…

Angry Balls, my ass.

Live into your name!

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