After a maudlin night of morose malaise, we see clearly that the world is murky and obtuse like the fringe of a French maid’s dress that we once wore while rocking the trailer park until the double-wides were unable to stay on their foundations. We didn’t invent the boogies. We conquered it. We pillaged it and took what we wanted for food, warmth and wisdom. If the morning light slashes through the envelope of time and disparage the rabid dog of dawn, then we shall know that the Earth is better for knowing us, for loving us, for not forsaking us. The smoldering vacant stare of dried, previously steeped tealeaves pronounces us alone but not lonely. We are the children of the world’s consciousness after it has mated with an elixir of love’s venom and the salty after taste of a good deed gone wrong. To forget would be divine. To dine on the success of others would be refreshing. But, here and now, then and tomorrow, we can take no such liberties. The time is now for us.
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