This too shall pass

This depth appears to be irreversible. This silent reverie in the darkness of the soul -- it's unalterable. Like a hurricane, like rain. Like the wind in the trees, like the ice on the water in the dead of a winter blizard. Like what we imagine will be the end of all days.

It's unchangable for now.

So I will sit under the harbor. I will wait under the overpass for the tornado to pass. I will huddle in this little hovel, until the storm is past.

And I will hold to the promise...

Pray that it, too, is true.

-RK