Where is that soliloquy of dissent
Fossils of triumph and assent
My buried determination unblinking
Where are the bones of my skeleton
Arcade and trusses and scaffolding
Holding me head to the sky
Where are the hallucinations
Painted mirages flickering
Fantasies drawing me across the desert
Where is the necromancer
That will brush away ennui and dust
Or must I resurrect me
-T. Weeks
(A response to “Ah Poverties, Wincings, and Sulky Retreats”)
Life Immense 