from late last night.

Someday, they say,
when the world is all grown up -
wise in deception and strong in lies -
this glistening oily pearl
shimmering in the waiting firmaments
will, exposed as fake
to watching starry eyes,
abandon pretence of gloried form
and fall,
melt,
explode into eternity,
scattering millions of molten shards and splinters
out into and through space,
leaving an empty sphere-shaped
brilliance
as Truth
replaces all that the grasping grinning false gods
strung, hung, pulled together into their evil orb
until Time itself cried
"enough!"
and rang the alarm.

But for now, as the gloom gathers, thickens, writhes
with evil intentions, all
any of us can do
is wait.

"FOLLOW ME."

somewhat morbid poem...

I wrote this last night. It's a little morbid. Started with me thinking of the phrase "flounder soundly;" then I wrote down a bunch of words with "ou" sounds, then "ee" sounds... this resulted eventually:

Breezes flounder,
green leaves whisper,
gowning weeping trees with
sound,
crownéd beasts arriving slowly,
singing softly,
bringing night.

Underground in
sleep eternal,
armored brightly, golden
bound,
feeding worms with rotten honor,
buried knights dream
fearing fright.

Slaughtered lately,
eyes turn inward,
staring blind at secrets
found,
flesh decays and thoughts grow moldy;
breach all wisdom
freeze all light.

further up and further in...

My bed is complete! My rain boots are here! My room is finally (mostly) complete and livable.

It also rained yesterday - a wet, honest-to-goodness leave you dripping rain. My boots weren't here yesterday, though, so I wore sandals and my roommate's silver raincoat and a hat. And even though I didn't splash through any puddles, I watched the trees dripping, and the pine-needles glistening, and smiled at the grey sobbing sky. Oh, it was glorious! Oh, it was beautiful! I love rainy days! I love the dancing dents and ripples on the pond. I love the way the clouds look soft and somehow connected to the sky, with fingers reaching down to refresh the earth.

I've also discovered that BBC started a Robin Hood TV show last year; this year's season hasn't started, but I've watched several of last season's episodes, and I love it. It's not historically believable - the Sheriff sometimes looks like he's wearing Birkenstocks, Robin wears a hoodie, Little John wears jeans, other clothes are obviously army outcasts - but it's witty and fun, and the characters are characters. It makes me smile.

So does homemade chai tea.

Settling in

I have now been on-campus for nearly a week, and it still does not feel entirely real. I'm mostly moved in; my bed's not made, but most everything else is in place. The food situation isn't difficult. Although it will take time to figure out how much of what I need...

Classes are going well, I think. It's hard to tell, since I've only had three days of class, but so far I like what we're doing. Much reading...

My frustration is a feeling of detachment. This is a common experience each time I move from one location to another. It's worse when I move here because I don't know either as many people (at least it feels that way), nor know anyone as well as I do back home. Since I'm not home, I don't see my family. And although I'm here, I don't have many people to hang out with. I also don't know how to stay in touch with people who aren't here. Phone call? Don't like that without a concrete reason; I'm not to fond of or good at small talk. Email? Easily ignored, and, once again, I like having something specific to say. I don't like seemingly pointless communication. Well, that's not entirely true. I just don't know how to initiate it. So. I'll just continue to read The Iliad, and memorize Latin declensions, and write poetry, and try not to think too much about missing people...

Right.