Updated: Apr 7, 2020
Ceremony clambers toward the lackadaisical
Bereavement expressed in broken, winding narrative
About a creature whose existence slowed and stilled
From a child whose greatest loss was his shelled friend
And I cling to the hope that this will be the worst of it
That they can hold to a moment that this can still be grief
Or I Give Myself Very Good Advice, But I Very Seldom Follow It. Echo lives in a basement apartment, walls softened with photos, posters and paintings--but only one of him, out of the way by the linen
Start with putting your ego on a longer leash; you can't let it go entirely--why write if not to tell yourself about yourself--but it mostly just gets in the way of getting anything done. Next, write.
The only mine I've ever known has been hard-fought, hard-won, all bloody knuckles and broken ribs, all set shoulders and subtle sneer-- won't take no for an answer, defiance the only way I know. It's