“She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses,” cried the young Student; “but in all my garden there is no red rose.”
Oscar Wilde, The Nightingale and the Rose
Observations at a Difficult Time
Anxious knots of gut feeling;
every quivering muscle (stomach)
pulling taut the diaphragm tightness,
with a momentary hyperactive
aimless energy outburst.
Inward reeling heralds my
for fear, on wicked wings,
has flown into my soul.
Now I, with single sword,
must sever the serpent’s head.
“Let the dragon be slain!”