That's being nice, too.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMM....)
I searched the racks for any piece which thence
Would grab my cuff, two days in fact, the trail
Threadbare, and those temptations dull sans bail,
At least for now. Dreams tricked the hours out, hence
All trundled off to rest where no suspense
Can flourish, and I dunno what t'avail
Me of, seeing folly is at last what'd fail
For time being, left to own a bit of sense.
Is't cuz we're half conversant 'gain as twere?
I think not. There's naught left to stir me to
Grand visions of beyond. I'm glad in tour.
That crazy sense is buried. What's to do
But live? If only we'd walk in Thee. Stir
In us to seek Thy face, LORD, to see You.
23May26b
3d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 12:50 AM UTC
That's being nice, too.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMM....)
I searched the racks for any piece which thence
Would grab my cuff, two days in fact, the trail
Threadbare, and those temptations dull sans bail,
At least for now. Dreams tricked the hours out, hence
All trundled off to rest where no suspense
Can flourish, and I dunno what t'avail
Me of, seeing folly is at last what'd fail
For time being, left to own a bit of sense.
Is't cuz we're half conversant 'gain as twere?
I think not. There's naught left to stir me to
Grand visions of beyond. I'm glad in tour.
That crazy sense is buried. What's to do
But live? If only we'd walk in Thee. Stir
In us to seek Thy face, LORD, to see You.
23May26b
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