Would the world were like this moment
Waiting in this holy hush
Would that I could stay here often
And so a dream is born.
The world conspires with my own heart
To take each joy upon the rack
And sometimes then I say a thing
And never have a chance to get it back.
A Soul's Walk 
Been there too many times to count, and am temporarily imprisoned. Probably too much revelation for you–I’ll go back to the poetry clipboard.
Ha! Too much revelation! Probably not enough. But you never know.
Just a bad patch–2nd full moon approaches, the Past grips me with sharp claws/teeth. Fighting, exhausted–so I’m thinking I should move the furniture around. Or write poetry. The “response” one was a nice escape–I kept reading it and thinking, “I could die right here, happily”. If I don’t clamp down on the compulsion to reveal, I’ll have to delete CV. For now, I’ll pour another diet Pepsi! Hope you’re having a blessed day.
Have a blessed day yourself.
Regret. Not a comfortable thing >
This is very true.
Holy, holy Lord, God Almighty, the Sovereign of all Hushes!
Indeed.