Rabbit, rabbit! I woke this morning with forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit running through my head like the stuck line of a song, which I'm not even sure what to do with. On the other hand, I also woke to a small black cat who crawled under the covers beside me and purred himself back to sleep, which feels like a better omen. The air and the light have changed just enough to feel like autumn, even on a drizzling day. Every year I observe it's the ghost-season, but that doesn't seem to stop it being true.
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- 1: And those who can remember when the night sky was a tapestry
- 2: Distant as a dream of the cradle on this lonesome beach
- 3: Plates will shift and the earth will groan
- 4: Probably not going to leave the slightest trace in the wake when it's my turn
- 5: Can't I take my own binoculars out?
- 6: It's only eight, right?
- 7: If it's a moment in time, how come it feels so long?
- 8: It's time to change partners again
- 9: אַ ניקל פֿאַר זיי, אַ ניקל פֿאַר מיר
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