Shakespeare & Me & Damn Yankees (Week 12)

Sonnet 29…

Damn Yankees .¡.’-’,

“Can you take me high enough…
—to fly me over…
—fly me over yesterday…”

Willy `•.

“Haply I think on thee’ and then my state—
like to the lark at break of day arising
from sullen earth…
—sings hymns at heaven’s gate…”

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Me `’.,°~                              🪂

“Heaven… hear me…         🪂
—lift me…
—not away from it…         🪂
—but above its weight…           🪂
—so love can fly…”                                 🪂

HIGH ENOUGH…

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Whispers in the Steam…🚿

So over the years.. I’m often inspired in the shower.. as I relinquish my daily filth to the basin of dissolve.. aka down the drain.. something frequently speaks to me.. and by something.. I mean the ultimate something.. it has gotten to the point that I prepare for it.. and expect to receive.. each time I shed my garments and stand neath the cleansing flood.. I could tell you stories for days about my sacred shower time.. today… I felt these words in my spirit

winded is the sail… `.°~

I’m not sure what to make of it yet.. it could be a poem.. a title for one of my real life stories.. a song.. a direction.. or something much more.. but I will be listening further.. and as the days unfold.. I know it shall reveal itself…

I don’t have a normal shower life…

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