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Jul. 27th, 2025 12:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rejectomorphSo I'm feeling sleepy and nodding off and see the computer clock saying it's 12:00 and think midnight?! Where did the day go? and then glance at the window and see light leaking through the blinds and think damn, that's some bright moonlight, then look back at the computer and notice the PM after the 12:00. So then I had to wonder why I felt so tired when I'd only been awake for five hours. Yeah, my brain is so far gone I can't even keep track of when I am. Can where and who be far behind? I wonder if I'll reach what? It might not be so bad thinking I'm a cat, although my joints have grown so inflexible that if I do I'll never be able to clean my butt. (Probably a good thing. I wouldn't want to get kicked out of the home.)
But then I have nothing to do and nowhere to be, so do I really need to know when it is? At this late date, surely not. Surely all I need to know is the fact that the date is late, but once it gets a bit later even knowing that won't be important anymore. I'll just quietly slip entirely into my fantasy world. Someone I'll never know will bring me tapioca, and I won't know what it is and probably won't care, and won't care that I don't know where I am, because I'll think I'm somewhere else, and won't know where that is either, and won't care. Sort of wish I could go there now.
Sunday Verse
by William Butler Yeats ]
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee;
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
But then I have nothing to do and nowhere to be, so do I really need to know when it is? At this late date, surely not. Surely all I need to know is the fact that the date is late, but once it gets a bit later even knowing that won't be important anymore. I'll just quietly slip entirely into my fantasy world. Someone I'll never know will bring me tapioca, and I won't know what it is and probably won't care, and won't care that I don't know where I am, because I'll think I'm somewhere else, and won't know where that is either, and won't care. Sort of wish I could go there now.
Sunday Verse
The Lake Isle of Innisfree
by William Butler Yeats ]
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee;
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
