"I am Nestor's delicious drinking cup. Whoever drinks from this cup swiftly will the desire of fair-crowned Aphrodite seize him."

Except we are so impressionable! How is this moment not momentarily changing you?

(And you'll carry it now, like it or not--seventy-five years of consciousness, give or take a lifetime. This is what i have (to shape like ivy, perhaps?). I love that the wind brushes leaves on my cheek. ["And know you the end of each joy will come!?" Yup, and more.])

Earlier: "I just untied a hiding necklace from a tree branch and moved it to another lower to the ground. Cuz sometimes you gotta change things up to prove you're paying attention."
Later: "A man sat at a table looking at the necklace for some minutes this evening. Then he stood up, untied it, and rushed away."

But Smiled at me, she did! and whispered to me with urgency, "No! Siéntese! Coma tu comida..." With tiny, ground teeth, so readily showed / with eyes bright and dull and wantingwantingwanting something...her voice was so much!

(Mine is a generation bent on making things out to be less than they are--always with everything that is in fact ours. For an ode to the thoughts behind the words...be it something like static?)

Oh god, you do no justice to this. But you are so impressionable, and moved still. It has to be like this...EXISTENCE!...and the stuff that happens is secondary. Can you believe it!?--how your heart is pumping?

Sometimes.

Faretheewell folk,
-Talthea (10/5/06)