At night, after the party

As the color fades around my eyes, I stare ahead, hearing the angels' voices sing
on the breeze, on the breeze.

As the water chills in the glass, I pour it down my throat, feeling ice
on my lips, on my lips.

Recalling the fading light and a sea's wind and a fleeting wildness
in my blood, in my blood.

As the music pounded in my ears, in my feet,
in my blood, in my blood.

And the sun escaped below the horizon, red and glistening with pearls
of sweat, pale sweat.

And songs tore from within me, within me
and my feet danced under me, under me
and a turtle's image appeared on my arm

And it was nothing if not everything

Because without the wild
what is there to the world?

Slow Fast

Yeah, it's an oxymoron. I don't care. I'm cranky.

Cranky

It's Yom Kippur. I'm fasting, just drinking water. Because dehydration may be what you're supposed to do, but I'm disinclined to force it upon myself. I mean, hunger is one thing, but I'm not going too far.

And I'm hungry.

Hungry

And repetitive too, I guess...

Yeah...

And low on energy...

And with a strange urge to bother all my friends over the internet...

Internet

Yay

HUNGER

Only an hour and 15 minutes to go, people...only 1.25 hours...only...

HUNGER
CRANKY

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