i wish i didn't feel such hesitancy. i used to not bat an eye when these things came about but i've a headache just now. and it's cold outside. i'm tired of the cold.
but i will away, to clifton and read for the matriarch.
i have a poem stirring in me, perhaps the other poets will bring it out. perhaps the drive will, perhaps the chill.
who knows what makes these things come. but i see it, i hear it. it's just beyond my grasp. so tonight i ride my pony and see what happens.
peace.
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