… 205, Bon Iver, and a sweater that She gave me was all I needed today.  From the road I watched the fire crawl behind the trees, and a thousand birds scatter out around the glow; falsetto and a green sweater to keep me warm. I remember what it is I am here for today, I remember you and the divine struggle for the day to finally arrive.

Isaiah 43:3,4 reads,

“For I am the Lord your God,
the Holy One of Israel, your Savior.
I give Egypt as your ransom,
Cush and Seba in exchange for you.
Because you are precious in my eyes,
and honored, and I love you,
I give men in return for you,
peoples in exchange for your life.”

Speak slowly,
let the gears grind in silence.
All things that are,
Will be.
Make a face to anticipate it, swimming up to the surface,
but passageways are now too small.
Blood too thick to think.
Whatever things aren’t,
Won’t.

They won’t ever be.