Sirconia
The Wonderous
We were in
Love but in those dayseveryone was in
hatE Sitting around doing nothing but eatting
anchovieswondering if
wednesday was evenworth it. Only being
twisted Canthings be worth it.
somewhere, years ago, the abitity to
know black from black faded away
everything, once shiny, became
dull and
tarnished but maybeif we polish the brass with
a duster made of
angel featherswe could once again see our
re
flection. Then everyone couldsit down and we could all
sharesome chocolate pudding
it was sometime in 1996 in a
small student lounge that we
gathered in small groups
led by the dear
eric who sangsongs and let us read poetry
and show off works of
art. nice.but then the
bombs fell aroundour heads and everyone left
school to pursue other, more
worldly goals such as teaching
mon
keys to fly.This is the eternal walk we
are born into
a brief note by william blake
from Auguries of Innocence
Every
night and ervery mornsome to sorrows are born
Every morn and every night
some are born to sweet delight
some are born to sweet delight
some are born to endless night.