As you sit, face to the ceiling fan<\/p>\n
Under the cover of moonlight and past regret<\/p>\n
You look to your future with fear<\/p>\n
Whatever fear there\u2019s left to have after the present<\/p>\n
Which you so fondly flinch from<\/p>\n
Like a moth from darkness<\/p>\n
Unlike the moth, you fear flame too<\/p>\n
Fear the end of the light<\/p>\n
Fear the tumbling logs, the fading embers<\/p>\n
You clutch at ashes and inhale smoke<\/p>\n
As you have your whole life<\/p>\n
Or what you can remember as your whole life<\/p>\n
And sometimes you forget, that though your life is not whole, that you\u2019ve yet to<\/p>\n
complete it<\/p>\n
Do no think that you are empty<\/p>\n
how could you be a hole<\/p>\n
When you have so much to say?<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Sometimes you wish to not be here<\/p>\n
To have never been anywhere<\/p>\n
To have never been<\/p>\n
And you tell yourself<\/p>\n
\u201cI know how this story ends\u201d<\/p>\n
You tire in the day<\/p>\n
And lay awake at night<\/p>\n
Hoping that the woman you love will return to you in the morning<\/p>\n
That though you know nothing, maybe she sees something<\/p>\n
That maybe you\u2019re wrong<\/p>\n
And that though you run through life like a rill through stones, perhaps you\u2019ve<\/p>\n
come by something<\/p>\n
to stay for<\/p>\n
Something to be for<\/p>\n
You love her<\/p>\n
You know you do<\/p>\n
But you know how this story ends<\/p>\n
You know she\u2019ll be back<\/p>\n
She said<\/p>\n
I love you too<\/p>\n
But the world broke<\/p>\n
The people in it cut you<\/p>\n
Days pass faster than the nights<\/p>\n
Worry does not set because it\u2019s already at home within you<\/p>\n
And each sun spins its day with you getting older<\/p>\n
Older and farther away from the beginning of your story<\/p>\n
Sometimes you forget that its still going<\/p>\n
Sometimes you forget that it\u2019s yours<\/p>\n
But eyes are not facts<\/p>\n
and tongues always lie<\/p>\n
The seconds pass on clocks<\/p>\n
and time keeps its promises<\/p>\n
like so few people do<\/p>\n
But only the greater works at play<\/p>\n
ever hold us accountable<\/p>\n
Let them worry about the promise making<\/p>\n
We must focus on keeping ourselves<\/p>\n
Sometime in the night you awake with a cough<\/p>\n
Some day you notice a blur in your vision<\/p>\n
Some day you feel your heart beat like a frothing storm as you see the news<\/p>\n
And watch as the ones who raised you depart one by one into the place the wind<\/p>\n
Can\u2019t carry you<\/p>\n
You already know how this story ends<\/p>\n
But time takes itself<\/p>\n
And when you call her name she still looks back to you<\/p>\n
And you see in her eyes the same name you called when you knew she meant it<\/p>\n
The kind of shimmer you saw in the fireflies in the yard<\/p>\n
The kind of shimmer you saw at the rim of the eclipse<\/p>\n
The kind of shimmer that settled in the rill you watched as a child<\/p>\n
But you\u2019re right in the end<\/p>\n
Standing on eternity\u2019s border you recall the life you lived in passing<\/p>\n
In dreams and through windows<\/p>\n
Through mirrors and lenses<\/p>\n
You know how the story ended<\/p>\n
When you tell it to the Angels, they weep at your final line<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd I grew old with her\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
James Friedman As you sit, face to the ceiling fan Under the cover of moonlight and past regret You look to your future with fear Whatever fear there\u2019s left to have after the present Which you so fondly flinch from Like a moth from darkness Unlike the moth, you fear flame too Fear the end Read More<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":42,"featured_media":0,"parent":27,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-274","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/18-2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/274","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/18-2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/18-2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/18-2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/42"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/18-2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=274"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/18-2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/274\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":277,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/18-2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/274\/revisions\/277"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/18-2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/27"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/18-2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=274"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}