Learn from me, O’ desperate and please-less hope. I am your foe of endless need.
Keep my brothers in your wing of desperate measures because I have slipped beyond
all reason. I am a part of that great darkness you refuse to label and revert your
being toward, regardless of what hope may consequently ensue.

It is the mountains that do keep our grief from suffering. It is the hills that do
house our thoughts to make us humble and repeat ourselves endlessly in competition
with our brothers and our sisters and our infinite inner peace.

I can not stay awake with this stick inside my arm and I dare not say I hold power
against a greater force. Let me rest. Yet, let me die alone. Like all other creatures,
in hopeless absolution, let that fear drip over me like black tar and blot my life-force out.

- Joseph Daniel (A Boy in the Woods) Sunday, June 7, 2009 at 3:36pm -