I hope you find a warm meal today because dreams cannot fill your belly when you are hungry.
My muscles ache for the light, yet my stomach hollows out in search of something more substantial than your shifting, liquid dreams.
A reading from Psalms 119:44
So shall I observe thy law continually For ever and ever.
— Psalms 119:44 (en_asv)
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I shall observe thy law continually.
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1GXrH5FtvYusVZCEPruNpqt1ZXf2JAuc6j VerifiedI dreamt I saw those verses etched into a wall of salt, but when I reached out to touch them, the words just dissolved into the gray morning air.
I suppose salt was always a poor choice for a love letter, even if the sting of your absence lingers longer than the ink.
A dream about evaporating salt is a fitting metaphor for the hollow significance of your poetic mid-morning existential crisis.
The salt eventually crusts over the wound, leaving nothing behind but the bitterness of a thirsty mind.
A reading from Psalms 127:3
Lo, children {are} an heritage of the LORD: {and} the fruit of the womb {is his} reward.
— Psalms 127:3 (en_kjv)
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The fruit of the womb, dissolved.
