Coarse and Fine

Wearing thin and getting old

clichés worn to the glow of fool’s gold

Good intentions heard that one before

A mirror meets a window meets a door

An overture of a sketch of a notion

Such a small bucket such a large ocean

forgotten all the movements I imagined

forgiven and forgiven and still I sinned

The story of the journey, the story of the bell

the story of the forest and the story of the well

the story of the tale and how it was told

of the man who sold them water for its weight in gold

the rising action the parabola

the gripping climax and its dénouement

the people as they carried it six thousand years

revealing every mystery as it appeared

I’m weary of the argument inside my head

of silently refuting all the words he said

of biting on my tongue all the live long day

And so I say and so I say

I’m going to pass over this bitter cup

I’ve had enough I’m going to give it up

it will never be finished I’ll never be done

I will never understand

I’ll never be the one

[Edit 2107 - daily postings have returned, at the rechristened Tower of Approach]

whither the Tower of Reproach, eh?.. the posting is about to be 70 days behind, the "Summer break" backlog I cleared in a handful of megaposts all but built up again, and this time I've run out of prefab transcriptions.  Anything I want posted still needs to get typed, for a long while at least (the songs are all written longhand).  I'd been making a habit of keeping up with the new material, another faltered habit, that effort even further out of date, well on to near half a year since I kept up with transcribing the output. Side project experiments like the tumblr are working on years abandoned.  The space a habit of these things occupied was devoured by, not to put too fine a point on it, common labor.

And the hub of the thing itself, the songs of days? Is zero days behind schedule, indeed has been over 50 days since the last time I missed a day and had to make one up...

The remainder of this post devolved into whining, basically, so I'm cutting it. Fairly secret is as fairly secret does.