dr_con Posted April 26, 2021 Share Posted April 26, 2021 just this Con/Jur/d, 4/26/2021 Why didn’t you tell me? Did you even know? Don’t let it be said, I didn’t pass it on, even if you don’t believe me, and why could, would, should you? Certainly, batteries lose their charge and at key moments, like when I was wearing headphones, listening to an unfamiliar DJ, who’s got me wiggling, wagging, hopping around the house, between loads of laundry, monitoring an experimental ragu whose umami I’m trying to get to 11 without tasting, and a feeling that I need to write, commit, craft, confabulate a poem to stave off mortality, dancing in my chair, repeating, the “This is it” mantra, and seeing clearly, as a friend brought up only a single sunset, sunrise, solar-noon eternal-return promises this will happen, again, again, again a glorious annoyance, impeded in capturing this hand-waving, hip-arcing, foot-moving dance in words by lightning captured, failing, as if Prometheus’s liver had never really been removed by a rapturous raptor, who couldn’t believe their luck, demigod sweetbreads, toxin-free, a cycle of cantankerous craving, ecstatic satisfaction, pained satiation, finally, relaxation, repeats over, over, over and since, despite what we’ve been told, the gods never punished us, sure, sure, sure they cajoled, challenged, called us, to recognize what this long-now is, just this, just this, just this. Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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