Today

[The second]

today

did we rise like christ?
or fall like judas?
week to weak
day to day
promise to promise
a hand to the devil
savoring addiction
my dry lips have come to close
my unrest has come to pass
your body no longer tender
mine no longer under
i want for sleep
i prey for death
my pain you’ll not understand
we are the victims
nothing will change
only tomorrow can follow
if there be a shadow cast
for sure the sun has risen
and you read again

rds
the second

[D.F.Russell]

We all fail. We all fall. All we can say is that we tried to not bequeath our pain to others and, maybe, did something constructive with it.

In my beginning is my end.
...
A time for the evening under lamplight
(The evening with the photograph album).
Love is most nearly itself
When here and now cease to matter.
Old men ought to be explorers
Here or there does not matter
We must be still and still moving
Into another intensity
For a further union, a deeper communion
Through the dark cold and the empty desolation,
The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters
Of the petrel and the porpoise. In my end is my beginning.

- T.S. Eliot, “Four Quartets”

[lorisaare]

I think you are the smartest man