it's been a long time coming. it will be a long time gone.

Sic crescit gloria mundi.

maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach (to play one day)

and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles,and

milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and

may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.

For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves we find in the sea

-- ee cummings

When I die I want it to be like this: the rhythm of my body moving, the sound of bells and mandolins and my breath in the air, eyes closed, running towards an infinite light.

How does it feel to be your own redeemer? We carry our own crosses down the line. We die all brothers on Golgotha. Our sins are forgiven not by God by by each other, and by Time, the great eraser, endless white. Wear your thorns. Live your life. The sweetness and the blood are one taste in the mouth. Rejoice.