Morsels

We are all
so very small.
All of us,
if we should fall,
are only morsels 
underneath the stars,
underneath the nebulae,
those spinning specters in the sky.
Take solace is the rain
that brushes your cheek;
it keeps your blood running
and strengthens the weak.
Be grateful for the wind
that howls and swirls
and puts out of place the hairs
on the heads of all the girls.
It's easy to praise
the great hot sun,
but don't fret the haze
or a cloudy day.
No one was ever hurt
by a little bit of gray.
So fragile and futile
are our little lives,
we'll be taken by surprise
by the falling skies.
For if we all should fall,
we are all so very small -
so very small -
but the earth knows all.

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We got hit by hurricane over the weekend. It did a good deal of damage all up the east coast of the US, but the death toll has been fairly low especially considering we don't get hurricanes all the way up here. It's weird shit, though. Still, it wasn't any Great Red Spot, haha. I sort of saw it as the planet giving the Northeast a good scrubbing.

Hope everyone's drying out!





"It's always the old to lead us to the war; it's always the young to fall. Now look at all we've won with the sabre and the gun. Tell me is it worth it all?" Phil Ochs I Ain't Marching Anymore

"I spread into a distant hum. I droned along with everyone. And the earth grew green and nursed herself to what she used to be, all our senseless shouting calmed to quiet in her ancient memory." Kevin Devine All Of Everything, Erased