Hum dum dee dum...

I've been over here burbling along while fighting off the urge to simply burrow my head under covers because GROWNUP TASKS DO NOT WANT but I thought I should pop my head up to say that I love you all, even though I am a little lax in the updating of the journal-type thing. *cuddles friends-list*

Also, I am starving. Clearly, it is time for a muffin! Because lo, I am muffinless...

What do you read, my lord? (Words, words, words.)

Because it is April (and still barely April 1st, here), I give you an interesting poem in honor of Poetry Month.

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I Have Endured Much to Reach This Place - Ray Bradbury

I have endured much to reach this place in time
Yet I have not been sick, nor mad,
Nor ruined in a wreck.
And yet I feel I have.
There is a thing in me, the walls of cells are thin,
My veins are glass, my heart the merest whim
Of beat and pause and beat,
Deaths in the street are mine. I would not have it so.
I know much more than I would want to know.
The breakfast headlines tell me of a war,
I know they die out there; put down my spoon.
Men land on the moon tonight, I know their joy,
The boy in me goes with them as they tread
Far overhead on dust world beyond reach
They teach my tired blood to love again.
There's rain in downtown Peru tonight,
I wash my face in it. In Indo China, one more massacre,
I run a race in it and lose.
You see?
I cannot choose to be or not to be.

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A line of it turned into the title of my Yuletide story about Will and Jim from Something Wicked This Way Comes, appropriately: Beat, Pause, and Beat. I love the way that Bradbury makes a picture with words.

Night all!