Wednesday, July 31, 2013


I would think I needed to be free of this season , to breath life and work again.  But I laid down seeds for the far off chill and forgot them in the ground.  The burnt ochers and auguring down of the year lost to my all but blind eyes.  Hope the venom that allowed sleep in my regret for change.  Though change was retrograde of truth which more oft than not was immutable. 

Helios burn with your flames and cast us about so we are refined by somewhere near the same. Endimion work away this discontenting desire and speak to me of acceptance.  Idunn look away I might steal and apple to feel alive today. 

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