violetred

it's friday...i feel compelled to update

work is steady and the days go by fast. i sometimes wonder if i am getting paid too much, but then i realize that perfection is worth the extra $2 an hour.

i also happened to get some good news from overseas (in more ways than one, actually) ...a poem of mine is being published! have you ever gotten that classic email that you just have to read three times before you can stop smiling like a fool? it was one of those emails

in celebration, i thought i would post something of merit.

Burden Of The World

"They count on you to assume any burden. They count on you to feel that no effort is too great in the service of your love. Dagny, your enemies are destroying you by means of your own power."
-Ayn Rand "Atlas Shrugged"

There aren't any men
left. They have walked into
beds of Queen Anne's Lace,
vanished
as only angels could.
Sliding like small fires,
not turning the ground,
rooted
in the simple
discretion
of their movement.

One day, there
may be no one, and
all that is left
will shiver down
like scorched husks. To braid
the arts of scavengery and sacrifice
into a foul bread.

The
latitudes of forest bend
and shake
like almost-tangible waves of heat.
Do not rupture,
do not flinch,
as the substance of the atmosphere
falls.
There are no more shoulders to cup
such a burden, the way
a cheek absorbs a slap.

No more shoulders
for the burden
of the world.

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good luck with your weekend



**update**

something else of merit
sweet fucking christ