in lull of dark were you created
in crash of fractal clatter you live,
looking for a softer, greener lilt to hark to
forgetting/remembering
you are but a note
in the rolodex/fugue of the universe
forgetting to stop for
the narrow rich tone of your life
that tolls
only until the rushing wave ring overtakes you
and you crumple silent.
there is no yardstick for a cloudy night
no solar protractor that measures the remaining degrees towards darkening
no slow celestial ticking
only the incessant slide rule of traffic
to exponentiate the seconds that should slide through sleep
the sky the red of a darkness frustrated by a city.
no measuring these cloudy hours
this night cannot be citrus-sectioned or consumed
this is the same night
contracting with heat and expanding with cold
cloudy, red, moist, haunting
this night drips down your leg when you cry afterwards
this night drives moths to the porch light
this night crushes you over like a grape
not because it hates you but because you do not matter.
there is no silence that comes only with darkness, save that created in your own mind
nothing waits for you unless you bid it
nothing stops for you unless you ask it
nothing holds silent for you unless you stop hearing it
your city goes on without you
stopping and waiting for the biddings and askings of a million others
and you, in your dark silence
who bid you wait?
Classes are over; finals week is icumen in, lhude sing cucu!
From “honey, what if I just happened to register you a domain name and install MT for you?” to about yesterday at 11:50, I’ve vacillating between wanting to churn out the content, and wanting to fix all the templates before I touch the content. I’m aware that some simple templates shouldn’t take that much time, but I don’t how much time they’re not going to take, and can’t budget for them, not when I have to balance iron ion reduction with acetate oxidation. Oh, the iony. Anway, my spring break starts thursday, and I’m under orders (from myself) to fix the damn templates and (from others, to) churn out some damn content. And then everyone will be contented.
In other other news, it’s been confirmed that differenciating the rate of reaction with respect to time will indeed get you the rate of change thereof (duh), and my chem prof and I are on for a beer next term.
Since it is halfway through dead week, I am halfway dead. Since I have no Friday afternoon classes this term, I might pull through.