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Solid As solid as my children's solace Sleeping without a thought of now. Forgetting to brief breathe, trust. Counting on me now. Me now. Now me. Soil marked for tomorrow.

Bulging fate. Something to make pictures sit too still too long. Over and over. Sitting over and over.

I'll give you something to spank me about!

This is my emotional restroom.

What was I thinking? What styrofoam grail did I worship? What glorious future did I think broke the gold day? When did I think things were supposed to be how? What were those deep thoughts obscured by trivia that wasn't really you?

Ten pale muses argue my fate.  A bottle of perfume to slug tomorrow morning.

Sorry for the inconvenience, I'll go get a mop.

I've been too many places to stay here. I don't even own a chair. The people I love are balls of flame screaming from me.

The gods cured me with alcohol and a cat. One to dry my life and the other to ignite it.

My son, those follow the old kings that leave them far behind. NK

You may get so sick that You will not get sick again. CVB