Interlude

Adam had yesterday off, and today off, and probably tomorrow off, and maybe hopefully Saturday off. He went fishing last night for his birthday. I am very happy for his happiness.

When I came home tonight, Adam announced that we would be riding our bikes to the local recently opened tavern at the local shopping center. Once there, we feasted on Yuengling beer, cheese quesadillas, and the Thursday special, fajitas, plus a slice of chocolate cake. The food was very delicious. The ride home was lovely. The Soma I took once I got home was a relief.

I have finally calmed down enough to quell the consistent general panic.

I am now reading Anansi Boys (for the... tenth? twelfth? time). Oh, wonderous.

Luxt, "Cease"

As each day grows dark
These feathers ache
To scrape the sky
To make my mark.

As time is sewn
I long to try
To stay behind
Not break apart.

To have these senses overrun
I must have stumbled on the way
In my aversion for the sun,
I've come to shiver in the spray.

As each day grows dark
These feathers ache
To scrape the sky
To make my mark.

As time is sewn
I long to try
To stay behind
Not break apart

To find myself within this light
Of every morning's present chill
Somehow I must have lost my sight
And come a subject of free will

As each day grows dark
These feathers ache
To scrape the sky
To make my mark.

As time is sewn
I long to try
To stay behind
Not break apart.

Where do you find peace?
Where do you hold your fears?
Where do you hide the beast
As your end draws near?

Where do you find love?
In books and priests?
In gods above? Or in your
Fear that it will cease?

To take your spit upon my face
I have to close my eyes and wait
Til' you have disappeared and there us no trace
I trust in "time will tell" all fate.

As each day grows dark
These feathers ache
To scrape the sky
To make my mark.

As time is sewn
I long to try
To stay behind
Not break apart

As each day grows dark
These feathers ache
To scrape the sky
To make my mark

As time is sewn
I long to try
To stay behind
Not break apart.

As each day grows dark
These feathers ache
To scrape the sky
To make my mark

As time is sewn
I long to try
To stay behind
Not break apart.