He who [awakens] must suffer. And even in our sleep, pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us, by the awful grace of God.Ē Aeschylus
ďAlright,Ē I said, With a deep inhalation, and Exhalation Of breath, Cleansing, gathering the Calm Swell of Immutable force, That would be Necessary
And all the mud brick houses have Staring eyes, Blinking in the haze of their mugwort Billows, Wafted with some Religious pomp, Toward the four Corners
And the wind heralds a thousand Clinical Suicides An hour, † Rounded up or down, To a pleasingly Symmetrical Number † And the tattered flesh flag Flails a prescription drug Infomercial at the Tidal arm, Images of families And foliage And a pleasantly vapid Disclaimer of Collateral ...