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    “Utrum per hebdomadem perveniam”

  • “I don’t care. You don’t care.
    Neither of us cares. Fine.”

  • “I don’t care that you don’t care.
    You don’t care that I don’t care.”

  • “I’ll pretend you matter.
    if you pretend that I breathe.”

  • “We’ll sit here together, pretending,
    at the edge of the abyss, at the end.”

  • “And we’ll slip into sweet oblivion.
    Me remembering you; you remembering me.”

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The Weight of Flesh

How I resent these stiff, tortured bones,
the aching, sweaty weight of flesh.

I would be free, formless and weightless;
a whisper on soft summer winds.

I would be strong, but incorporeal;
rolling thunder and falling rain…

Become music, and danced abandon;
slip these mortal bonds for the skies.

Proteus
“If Proteus, with the best intention in the world, but with an unlimited variety of self-manifestations,
were to call every day, we should greet him always as a stranger.”
˜ Samuel McChord Crothers