Arno Raphael Minkkinen
From my timorous depths,
From the sedation of terror
Behind a veil of sleep.
Those hands
Which only an anvil
Could forge
Hold without endeavor.
There is a hum
Whenever the minuet
Wavers in orchestration.
The gritting of teeth
Often follows
The dawning of wool.
I can be whatever you want
So long as it is not me
That you seek.
The epiphany
Of a petulant God,
A savior who savors
The demise of all whom
Would follow.
Such a servant
Would not serve long
If known
And we all believe,
No matter how unjustly,
That we are horrors
In our own right.
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For
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2015/01/06/wave-machine-photo-challenge-42-6-january-2015/
Unrelated Update
I have had my first real day of class. My new schedule is chaotic and involves a long commute and a significant amount of standing around in the cold. I actually do have to walk quite a lot in the snow in order to get to the bus stops “When I was your age I had to walk 50 miles uphill in the snow while juggling clementines”. I can’t say I enjoyed walking along a snow covered highway at 6:30 in the morning (or waking up at 5:30 or carrying two large bags strapped to my person while dressed as the Michelin man). I don’t like walking in the dark so much and whenever a car comes I have to throw myself in the ditch because there is no real shoulder or path. There is the grumbly part of me and the adventurous part that is excited by the prospect of taking on a challenge. I don’t actually walk 50 miles btw. I am not sure how far it is but I am probably walking 2 hours through snow and rough terrain everyday. Maybe that could count for exercise or something? Anyhow I want to keep writing to my blog as often as I can but it may take me longer to respond, I have to get some practice with this new hectic routine. Sam talked to Isadora’s school and it seems they are willing to take her at odd hours (I didn’t even think schools were open at these times, her school is awesome). I have 2 days where I have to leave at 6:30 am and 2 days where I get home at 6:30 pm. My brain also has to readjust for school, I am not so quick on the uptake. Having Dyslexia I have a tremendous struggle with word order. My sentences have the right words but in the wrong places and for the life of me I can’t make sense of it. You’d think I’d be able to string a sentence together being a writer haha
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