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greenstormPoem about death, cut for contextual friends-stuff:
Myth - Natasha Trethewey
I was asleep while you were dying.
It's as if you slipped through some rift, a hollow
I make between my slumber and my waking,
the Erebus I keep you in, still trying
not to let go. You'll be dead again tomorrow,
but in dreams you live. So I try taking
you back into morning. Sleep-heavy, turning,
my eyes open, I find you do not follow.
Again and again, this constant forsaking.
*
Again and again, this constant forsaking:
my eyes open, I find you do not follow.
You back into morning, sleep-heavy, turning.
But in dreams you live. So I try taking,
not to let go. You'll be dead again tomorrow.
The Erebus I keep you in -- still, trying --
I make between my slumber and my waking.
It's as if you slipped through some rift, a hallow.
I was asleep while you were dying.
Food I'm making for the party Friday night: Corn "dogs"
Now an actual entry: today I made a rock wall. I mean, the wall I've been working on for the last couple days started to look like an actual wall, and parts were even capped. It's crazy to think you've made something that might outlive your genetic heritage or a nuclear armageddon, you know? It's also pretty. My arms are sore. I'll do more on it tomorrow, and then it might be done. I've been sleeping like a baby, something about the equivalent of weight-lifting for seven or eight hours a day. When I'm exercising this hard my calorie consumption goes down, only to rise again on the weekend or something.
There's a party at my house on Friday. You're invited. I'm gonna come straight home after work and start cooking. Bring Mike a birthday salutation, it's actually his party, and bring some food if you feel like it, or some wine if you feel like it, or some strongbow if you feel like it, or just that salutation if you don't. Then Saturday night Bob's band is playing. Saturday-day is some househunting and maybe helping Ellen sink some posts in her garden (yay skills!).
Right now is dinner with mom, haven't seen her in nearly a month.
It's gonna be a busy month. I thought ditching the boyfriend-timesink would leave me functioning at a peaceful pace, but I seem to be able to keep myself occupied. I am mostly getting enough sleep, though: chalk one up to no sex.
Feeling slightly manic. Blame the come-down from rockwork: my body was expending tremendous quantities of energy all day, then I stop... and the energy keeps flowing but I have nowhere to put it.
Myth - Natasha Trethewey
I was asleep while you were dying.
It's as if you slipped through some rift, a hollow
I make between my slumber and my waking,
the Erebus I keep you in, still trying
not to let go. You'll be dead again tomorrow,
but in dreams you live. So I try taking
you back into morning. Sleep-heavy, turning,
my eyes open, I find you do not follow.
Again and again, this constant forsaking.
*
Again and again, this constant forsaking:
my eyes open, I find you do not follow.
You back into morning, sleep-heavy, turning.
But in dreams you live. So I try taking,
not to let go. You'll be dead again tomorrow.
The Erebus I keep you in -- still, trying --
I make between my slumber and my waking.
It's as if you slipped through some rift, a hallow.
I was asleep while you were dying.
Food I'm making for the party Friday night: Corn "dogs"
Now an actual entry: today I made a rock wall. I mean, the wall I've been working on for the last couple days started to look like an actual wall, and parts were even capped. It's crazy to think you've made something that might outlive your genetic heritage or a nuclear armageddon, you know? It's also pretty. My arms are sore. I'll do more on it tomorrow, and then it might be done. I've been sleeping like a baby, something about the equivalent of weight-lifting for seven or eight hours a day. When I'm exercising this hard my calorie consumption goes down, only to rise again on the weekend or something.
There's a party at my house on Friday. You're invited. I'm gonna come straight home after work and start cooking. Bring Mike a birthday salutation, it's actually his party, and bring some food if you feel like it, or some wine if you feel like it, or some strongbow if you feel like it, or just that salutation if you don't. Then Saturday night Bob's band is playing. Saturday-day is some househunting and maybe helping Ellen sink some posts in her garden (yay skills!).
Right now is dinner with mom, haven't seen her in nearly a month.
It's gonna be a busy month. I thought ditching the boyfriend-timesink would leave me functioning at a peaceful pace, but I seem to be able to keep myself occupied. I am mostly getting enough sleep, though: chalk one up to no sex.
Feeling slightly manic. Blame the come-down from rockwork: my body was expending tremendous quantities of energy all day, then I stop... and the energy keeps flowing but I have nowhere to put it.
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Yay for pretty rock walls ;)
Date: 2008-04-10 04:12 pm (UTC)Also - you have always run at a rather busy pace - I think it's just the way things work for you, and you have a lot of energy (most of the time). Play with your fuzzy babies!
Happy day!