Laughable, the worst part being our complete denial is it?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCLXVI)
So we discussed--I can't remember hence.
Snow falling through the hours likeas a veil
Beyond which naught 'cept white was in betrayl
Seen from this vantage. Sip espresso thence
In silence those wee flakes knew for intents,
And oh! what did the minutes know? In pale
Hours white, white, white half haunted, to avail
The Scriptures like a tete-a-tete for sense.
Dreams of tomorrow in my noggin tour,
'Non swirling like to crystallize the view
That will be done by now, I spose. Tis poor
To thus rehearse, and lo, I lost all too
When, after dinner'd cull a hiccup fer
Our prayrs. Our lives are what? a vapour. Ooh.
24Jan19b
Perhaps the funniest thing is that final note in L14: I made my bed to that this morning, that fact lending flavour to what followed, interestingly.
