Morning assessment; I feel playful, but on the cusp of anxious. I want to write, badly, but I don't have time. I have to draw. I feel stiff, so I also need to exercise. I am unsure of a lot of things today, which feels like a good place to start the day.
Round Dance
There is a place in Greece that I love. I think about it every day.
Little Marks 5
Once we fall, we are free.
Little Marks 4
Down in the down of Long Tooth Road there is a cave.
Where we all descend this cave with clumsy feet
But descend it nonetheless.
Down below is a maze of bone and songs.
All the lyrics painted on the walls,
And all the lyrics sound like names.
The mirror-People fear the descent,
And the bright sunbirds fear the dark
So they carry the bones on their backs to use as torches
But none ascend from the cave in the down of Long Tooth Road
And all take their last steps in that darkened down
Down where the god of death sings his songs.
