16 march

bursts of more than semi-occasional hyperbole - the worst of times and also the best - the best case woould be but now - the times that try men's souls and the worries about apostrophes - by which i do not refer to the conversations with those not present or who cannot respond, although those are also present - shy, i sing to thee - and my country, oh beloved, i will find you - weep as the wicked winds rip titles from the stacks and wrap allusions across our backs - saving us from too much self-reflection and blessing us with language