Unstable, Vacillating, Unsettled, Wavering...

Because it's 3:52 a.m. and Civ Pro is FINISHED and because I have had 34 Red Bulls, Rockstars, Monsters, etc. and because Beckett danced around naked on the fireplace earlier singing, "My penis and my butt," and because going to sleep now is futile, here is some Shelley.

We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon;

   How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver,

Streaking the darkness radiantly! -- yet soon

   Night closes round, and they are lost for ever:

Or like forgotten lyres, whose dissonant strings

   Give various response to each varying blast,

To whose frail frame no second motion brings

    One mood or modulation like the last.

We rest. -- A dream has power to poison sleep;

    We rise. -- One wandering thought pollutes the day;

We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep;

    Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away:

It is the same! -- For, be it joy or sorrow,

    The path of its departure still is free:

Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow;

    Nought may endure but Mutability.

-Percy Bysshe Shelley, Mutability (1816)

i love you much (most beautiful darling)

i love you much(most beautiful darling)

more than anyone on the earth and i

like you better than everything in the sky

-sunlight and singing welcome your coming

although winter may be everywhere
with such a silence and such a darkness

noone can quite begin to guess

(except my life)the true time of year

-and if what calls itself a world should have

the luck to hear such singing(or glimpse such

sunlight as will leap higher than high

through gayer than gayest someone's heart at your each

nearness)everyone certainly would(my

most beautiful darling)believe in nothing but love

-e.e. cummings

Congratulations, E and Trey! We had a great time at their wedding this weekend! Sadly, I am still sore from breaking it down at the Brew Pub Friday night after the rehearsal dinner. Aside from the fact that I got in a wreck on Friday around noon, it was a great weekend.