Hope.

"And we, who are pregnant with anticipation,
Feel hope rising up within us."


There's a newness in each page and it matches my heart.
There's a newness in my heart and it matches this city.
-It's a fire and it burns ever brightly.
We're purging our lives.
We're shedding our skin.
Soon I will be bare.
Soon I shall stand in a blanket of silence, a silence of sleep -
And I shall wake on the other side with a rested soul, and grounded roots.
And I will bleed my sap and birth my buds with great life stored up within me.
This is a good sort of thing, a magical sort of thing.

Keep the pages turning./





And, O, how everything seems to melt away.
And how the streams of debris run straight to you.

Again. And again.