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Not the dance but the place.
where I am now sort of. My life as I know it- have alwasys known it is over or rather may be over and anew chapter has begun, but I dont know until the ned of june, so Im kind of living inthat blank peice of page at the end of a chapter. And It is SO frustrating! have I passed have I failed? Am I goiung to be homless at the end of July? will I get a job? will ANYONE answer my emails? Is it that my email system has broken down?
ANd for goodness sake I ...

So I wrote down some stuff in my little notebook and it reminded me of yeats, probably because I used the line Cloth of heaven in there, but I liked it all the same.

What passes for those in the fulcrum of silent blindness?
As the devil wears the cloth of heaven madness will ascent the gates up high.
Witness the attire wither in sadness, He is what He is.
Yet the demon does not befit the musings of a hapless child in wonder.
A perilous conviction;

...

so I will. Heading up the hill tomorrow, and I'll be in drunken fantasy land till September. I will miss you all (in between my check-ins.)

Your lips part as I enter
the dead end
dead, 'cos I'm wearing my raincoat,
so it won't rain on our parade

thrown caught and heaving over
you ride the quake through
and after shocks, ask me too,
'how was it?'

I say '****ed if I remember.
When you dug your nails in

storm, clouds and showers,
flew right on past me,
right through, and in.
Blow, for a second wind.'

All you need is Love,
And clean but slightly smell-lingering dogs,
One who may go crazy and attack you with pure glee,
and another who is a bit more shy, but sweeter and smarter,

And all the cimates of the world, and years
and years and years to travel them in,

and lungs to breathe the infinitely sweet air,

and lungs to speak love,
and a mind to think love,
and a heart to feel love,
and eyes to see love, ...