Did the previous cheerleading get you closer to/to finishing the climax of Lachrimae? Is it vexing you any less yet?
it's vexing me less, in a way, since i'm done with the filling in of bracketed sections - however, i did realize i had to delete the last four pages of what i had and rewrite it 😬 as always, i repeat to myself that it'll be better once it's fixed. but the cheerleading was helpful yes! always nice to feel like i'm not working on a story in isolation
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Saturday Morning Confessional
Hell lingers behind every shadow;
I leave the lights on, yet they stay.
Electricity bills climb higher,
Nights get longer,
Temperatures colder.
You’d think Hell could pay a heating bill
Once in a while, but in spite,
The nickels and dimes stack up.
I miss the sun.
This daughter of God thrives on routine,
But the clock shifts back and forth;
The government’s grasping attempt
At brighter mornings. Bitter as I may be,
I am grasping with them.
Light, light, God grant me more light;
Even if it casts shadows, at least
I’m not in the dark.
For all the scrambling to daylight,
I sleep longer, frittering away
Morning hours. Shorter days chopped
Ever slimmer. I used to sleep
When the sun went down; beat the
Dark to my bedrest and
Flee from the fear. Now, it’s 6:30PM,
The night already creeping, dinner
Not yet made. I stay awake,
Forget time, shiver in the gloom.
It does not bode well for winter.
Thanks be to God, who turns the planets on their axes
My alarms went off on a Saturday, and
I could not get back to sleep. Thanks be
To God, from whom the sunrays burst
In helium-synthesis glory; the day was
Majesty’s declaration, cool and bright and joyful.
Thanks be to God, I got up early, amen.
The laundry’s in the dryer, the food bought
For the week, the carpets are all vacuumed;
I’m resting, not asleep. May every chore I do
Be prayer and praise together:
Thanks be to God, I’m having a good day.
Hell lingers behind every shadow;
May God’s angels clear them away.
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