The only beautiful
madness is your
own enduring
innocence, the first
chaos, ever seeking
order it will
briefly find,
always lose.
At least make a good movie.
If you fall short of
epic, flounder in
drama, you may
have misconstrued
genre. Consider
film noir, how even
the best intentions go
horribly awry, how
shadow conspires
against light, against
breath, how you begin
to suspect that
soft sucking sound is
the shrinking mouth of
your life swallowing
its still-wagging tail, how
you learn, finally,
to see the wink,
the nod — that
it was comedy
all along, that what
you most needed
was to laugh.
Meditatio Ephemera 
OK, Cate – you have me chuckling! Good sign. I’m at midway point between hip surgery and post-op … I think laughter IS the best medicine! (As of yesterday I’m halving the pain meds, fingers crossed that will halve my grumpiness …)
Like the lopsidedness of your image – I resonate with that right now!
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Wishing you a full and speedy recovery, Jazz. By all means, laugh where you can!
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