LS,
There lies
in each of us,
Between
heartfelt regret for the many sins of our checkered past,
and a
mischievous pride for those undeniable transgressions for which we have escaped
a just retribution,
A buzzing
anticipation for the moment when we shall, once again,
Fall
blissfully into the indulgent arms of sinful abandon.
Thus
burdened, we bend our backs to the rhythm of the Cosmic Mill
Wandering
this indigo sphere, itself a wayward son of suns,
Seeking
occasional shelter beneath a canopy of low expectations,
With
familiar follies and the elixir that will awake those slumbering desires we
have yet to know.
And so
upon each seventh circuit of the sun
In the
cherished company of our bonnie spheremates
We gather
‘round the warm glow of the Haberdashery’s enduring hearth,
Distilling
wayward souls and alchemical wanderings into lucid sparks of ephemeral truth
To find
momentary pause, fleeting as it may be, from the burden of all our imagined
woes.
Come As You
Are
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Cocktail
Hour is on for this Friday evening.
Please
feel free to stop by for a quickie . . .
or to linger . . .
CB
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