filaments of silver gossamer askance
as if skin made of hair
shimmering iridescent limpid pools
and hidden quiescent sonance
all is calm, all is bright
round yon virgin, mother and child
blah blah dee blahdy stinkin' blah

i'm still going to flood their cities with flaming hot magma

some days are better than others
but too many distractions
and too much walking
are not good for the soul

feeding at the trough
is never the same
as dining
by moonlight

we can choose to live without beauty
without awareness
without sensibility
but when we look back
will we long for this day

i thought i should prefer to regret action
rather than inaction
but i have instead been content to sit