Faulkner

always faulknering it up!

but to confess he loved his quote: “Between grief and nothing, I will take grief.”

                                           because the sterile voice inside his head too  -  refused grief

he would take nothing       breathlessly

grief is a compromise  an anguish which ofttimes we cannot change

                                                                                         and if it cannot be changed    

                                                                                              

                                                                                             it is utterly beyond us

it is no thing    anguish is a waste of time

time lost that might otherwise be fruitful  or seeded

not ceded

            

             or sterile

                       

                       vaporous   moving among and around ones spastic numb lost fingers 

which is ugly to witness 

                                         to be helpless to help  

time  is a tourniquet

a compress  a poultice hoping to prevail 

                                                                     prevail  that the infection is staunched       

and wont spread black lines firing up veins like smouldering contrails of deadly missiles

1233,  Monday,  29  7. 13