2005-08-19 
 

oh wondrous thunder!

Oh wondrous thunder!

Anastacia, vixen of years past, grown full with your own potential. The waxing one now full. Your words bring joy to an unsteady heart, to a soul buried beneath electronic bits and bytes and forced to endure congresses in which only future congress is discussed, ne’er solutions or escape.

Indeed, is this what I have become? An automaton with no rest but that which dear sweet death shall bring? My voice cries out, weakly at first but then stronger and more assured, buoyed by the sweet sound of your voice rising inside of me.

The seeds you have planted grow more than that rarest of beauty now. My hope also grows.

Yours as always –

Stephan

Labels: memory lane, shout out

* posted by me at 1:22 PM

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