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As my sticky post suggests, I am considering shutting down and turning off the lights on the site. It seems like a good idea, although I can’t rightly articulate my reasons aside from saying that my mental status seems to be wonky (to put it mildly). That, however, does not mean that I have ceased to write. I have give myself a deadline of deciding by Monday as to my final intent: Do I overhaul how I approach this site so that I find it less angsty for me to continue to write here? Or, do I shut ‘er down and find a new way to do my writing?
In the meantime, I am limiting myself to a post a day, with one or more pieces consolidated in the single post. This is today’s meager offering with all apologies:
a door is not a door whenitisajar [no] - the long hall - & when it lives in the autumn house where nobody sleeps
oversized tshirt smoking at concrete steps she gave slipped secrets and decoded cyphers to the front lines
what if the mask fell away >shattered< on the floor and there was only dream?
thinktapwink i wonder what they think the shaking head gives those thoughts away dazzle dazzle shine in those eyes
we're setting sail for this sea of fools hand in hand eye to eye and mouth to mouth -- erato mine
Last night she came to me
My dead love came in
So softly she came
that her feet made no din
And she laid her hand on meShe Moved Through the Fair (trad.), All About Eve
And this she did say:
It will not be long now
Till our wedding day