Batter my heart, three person'd God (Holy Sonnet XIV)

It's been a long time, John Donne, since I have read you.

http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/20308

Ardent yet remote

Ardent yet remote,
The early months
Like the base of a wedge
Ascending;

There is immense pressure upon us.


Can this be tested,
And how firstly

Overlapping the lights
Becoming more like light.

I feel like a bad person

but then read these for a moment and feel a little better.
http://www.theliftedbrow.com/?p=362

Or at least that someone else feels the same way. 

I can't stop looking at this painting.

"Suicide Bomba" by Steven Winters
more at http://wintersart.com/

i am the bonus gift

coffee sweet to the bitter mouth

coffee sweet to the bitter mouth
in the morning when sleep still
sleeps bitter inside.

a book moves with me in, about the room.