cadenza

 

Just ready to sleep and wake up at the end of this tunnel

Limbic Resonance

I have begun to notice that in confinement my movement has begun to take on the pattern of a wail... it's as if I am a pendulum, swinging between anxiety and a tightly wound misery in a way that speaks to more than a response developed over my 3 decades.

sing songs of bitter earth and breathe through a nose full of the scent of despair clinging stubbornly to hope

why?

Plagued by a kind of emotional ague, an ache... I just want to not deal with being treated as some after thought.

what would that feel like?
what would it look like?
what would it sound like?

...what would the realisation that how I want it to look like is not what it is to them feel like? this feeling? this space?

one then argues, why ask to know someone's needs, if the end result is to not serve it? hmm... why bother hold to account?

the question then

just.


why?

God Did Not Say - Francis Boston

...For Miss Roe

God Did Not Say
by: Francis Boston

God did not say
You will find me
If you carry out
A deep enough analysis.

God did not say
I have made a tree;
To know me
You must
Cut it down,
Cut it up
Pulp it
Make paper
And write upon it
Holy words.

God did not say
I have made a butterfly
Don’t let it flutter by
Get it
Net it
Set it
And hold it up
Dead
In praise of me

God did not say
Anything.
Silently
He made
All things
All stones
All plants
All flowers
All animals
And man
As one.

And
Without loudspeakers
Without book
Without script
Without word,
Without letter,
Even without
A Little Bang Theory –
And God saw
That it was GOOD
Perhaps…
We should too