Day: February 25, 2015

Ich hatt’ einen Kameraden

in that moment when your comrade falls

all the world is out of sequence

each space is subdivided into noise

fear and cruelty

crumpled parchment

stuffed into a crack

is every line of scripture

how could there be recovery from this

then another falls

we left behind will stiffen, shoulder loads

agree that we are soldiers

or at least survivors

there is a task that lies ahead

perhaps to drown in blood

with hands blown off

which is what it feels like

when another one falls

i am neither these lines

nor this war

this entire earth a cry of sorrow

for the things you will not see

my fallen comrade

Feeling somewhat better

I used the cpap for 2.3 hours last night, according to my highly evolved machine.

Doxie sent me an ac charger, yay, now I can use the scanner continuously.

99 words yesterday.  It’s not much but it’s progress.

Had long long talks with Tammy and Sandra yesterday.  Tammy’s continuing to work on her counselling business and we brainstormed some marketing ideas, and Sandra was all bubbly and full of news about family, including comments about the family Bible (what a story, but it’s not mine to tell) and lovely updates about her elderly female relatives (and what a grand ear flapping that was).

Watched Grand Budapest Hotel, and it was lovely.

Applied for a job this morning.

I have not one but two very difficult decisions to make.  One involves my finances and the other my mental health. Wish me luck, I’ll need it.

Now for some eggs and tea and toast.