Cosmos
As I was a girl in school, and a lover of astronomy, I did a library research project on black holes, and the method of their making. Supernova. A “would be” thing. What a momentous spectacle (it “would be”)! To witness what (would already have) precluded (what I am). A celebrated freedom of imagination, or. Divine law, twisting, turning, and now. As monsters happen to be real, her bindings tremble. Her eyes won’t shut. (“Just don’t let me go,” she says to him. “When I beg you to let me go.”)
Anger in writing becomes virulent. It never tires and lacks feeling for when to stop. Rage without responsibility does damage unmeasured, unintended, uncontrolled. You (we) know better than these written words. Friends, take care. Turning untempered anger into writing is making the material of war.
Tomorrow, as begins a new lunar year.
Bismillah Hir Rahman Nir Rahim.
May our homes and our passages between homes be blessed. 🌘🌑🌒