Wake up. Skim emails. Get out of bed. Greet cat. Feed cat. Brush teeth. Wash face. Start the kettle. Scoop the litter box. Sweep the floor. Pour the coffee. Turn on the computer. Respond to emails. Take a yoga break. Attend meetings. Catch up on news. Respond to emails. Make lunch. Attend meetings. Respond to emails. Respond to emails. Respond to emails. Make dinner. Respond to emails. Play with cat. Feed cat. Shower. Brush teeth. Skim emails. Go to bed.
I’d like to think if given the chance, I’d do it again; not having grazed that impossible knowledge, not having glimpsed that immeasurable treasure of fortitude once unfound; to freely weep dry those tears of toil and blood of salt, and while I grimace at the thought of reliving my forbidden story, I take pride in knowing that ultimately, it is mine.
I saw it in the fire A flame ignited Ravaging through the stale Relentless in face of ordinary breath I saw it in the fire Refusing to quiet Resisting the scorn of unspoken darkness It flares even brighter I see it in the fire I see it in the fire I see it in the fire
take a right at the tree with a bend at the elbow don’t forget to lower your head for the branch that swings west you’ll find a path paved with the crimson of iron it will lead to a crawl space that expands with new breath