What does it mean to complete your work? Or rather – what does it mean to undertake your work, when you are aware that it may remain incomplete?
In the end, it was backwards all along.
Expanse like the generous horizon, spring of miles and space…
If I can say less – why fight it?
Let us be as time of rest, time of day when sleep is at hand.
If I mapped the places, would I understand?
Lament for a senior thesis. Need I say more?
Learn to say the truth of a thing – that is all.
“That liquefaction of her clothes” – a different understanding of a poem I’ve always loved.
Healthy eating never seemed so…deep.