Foundation

Shaky ground right now. It goes without saying, can’t rely on man.

Been reading Lamb on Shakespeare as unfit for the stage. He was speaking of two different actors, one from a hundred years prior and another perhaps 40 years earlier. The spread of time is incredible and those actors’ and Lamb’s memories are rarely thought of.

There’s comfort that our tears are kept by Him.

The shame that haunts

The turmoils of night and day,
The mistakes that arose,
A celestial voice bade me let you go,
Voices of confused innards,
The pacing of floors at midnight,
Yearning for what was out there
Out beyond myself.
A short respite came,
But still did you need to fly from me,
My poesy misapplied,
My incapable self.
Fly away.
Fly to your love.
Do not think of me,
Only pray for my spirit.