I want there to be A new numbering of the Years, so that it says, “Before me,” “after me.” I want to have changed the
Life is calling. I Hear it out there, beautiful And free. Resurgent.
I’m wholly other. Here but not really here. I’m Nothing you’d expect.
Hairy hands, broadly Built blacksmith, craftsman, barrel Chested, devoted Husband to Laura. Of the Tuatha de Danaan. All was green forest. “Patience,” he counsels. “For