June 19th, 2024 Half Dome Diaries
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The bar room is a bed of embers fanning themselves expediently, huddling to outlast the dark. A whoosh of autumn air ruffling their complexion each time
A whole lifetime can go by simple and average, without change, misunderstood, or understood all too well—
When the world wasn’t burning I felt optimistic that one day I could come home
There is a most worthy woman, the upper steward of the manor, Obermeyer of Holy Terra, house cute, smokestack simmering,
The Rock made me to see each month as a day. The Rock implored that I be patie… with a patience so radical it slips into renunciation
The moment you flit by my ear, my strings are severed, I droop like a marionette— I remember I know nothing.
Ten days secluded now, improper and unshaven inside a black and gold hole, dope den of sultry sound and opiate mood.
S, I gotta tell you, this sixty-five cents is worse than a lump of coal. I pray the remover of obstacles
The Eye of Providence harbors no grudge, holds no thought of evil. Knowing this you may boil in oil,
This day, there is no ONE to beat your fist… No party, no tyrant, not even a faction—
Every once in a while, when my bunkmates are asleep (or at least I hope they are), and the jingle of the keys fades to the end of the hall,
Hollow fang? Volcano. Cat’s purr? Hymnals. Intuition?
The only thing you can prove is how crazy you are. It’s the best defense. Where was I going with this? I don’t know.
What is your idea of placid? How about a mountain campground? Yes, but here in the midst is a querulous brain a competitive heart
“Didn’t I tell you to love everyo… Love everyone. That’s my only business. No small feat, but I have all of eternity.