Intermission (or relevant note)

[siouxcourtesan]

I won't wander off in senile distraction this time, I promise. I'm sorting out my head.



Every instant unresolved
Is one more droplet on my skull:
The little tinpot dictate stands,
The ties that bind from brighter lands.

The boat once burned will sail no more.
I care not for the other shore.
For here a mainmast, there an oar -
Broken drifting, settled score.

I envy those who freely love -
Who speak the words, exalt the name -
But I will not blaspheme that god,
Or paint his robes in shades of shame;

I loved you well, and truth be told
The words are coming cold and rough,
But I owe more than this to Love.
Sincerity is scarce enough.

@7-2010