windy, dreamy

Attempts to renormalise sleeping habits are causing extreme sleepiness at this hour. (Yes, I know it's already half an hour past midnight. I expect to be able to work a bit later still. Feh.) Hopefully a more normal cycle will resume shortly.

Very windy outside earlier; the police were blocking off a couple of roads because the wind was simply that high and dangerous. Those roads/junction are a bit of a wind tunnel normally. When I crossed one of them further up, the wind really was dramatic. Very dramatic. The flower wind is disturbed, the god of flowers weeps. The wind of Heaven is disturbed, Tenma laughs! . . . okay, so I have some characters on my mind at the moment.

Of course, since I currently have O Brother, Where Art Thou? on my iTunes, I'm now imagining Shunsui and Ukitake doing a duet on In The Jailhouse Now.

I should clearly call it a night and hope this carries over to my dreams.

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Reading A Medal

who, minter of medallions,
casting or striking, caused me so
to speak with double voice in bronze,
I may not help and cannot know.
But I am Pallas, and I bear
the mask of war by wisdom; you
shall spin my olives to despair:
all my reverse will say is true.

(Turn me, and read that other side;
you must return: for, mask and coin,
I give no rest unless you ride
the felloe where my faces join.)

My face is Aphrodite's -- she
that rules by myrtle and by dove;
I loose my zone to let you see
the end of reasoning by love.
Nothing my obverse tells is true:
turn till you read me as it was;
turn till you know me, and renew
my helpess paradox -- because

-- Terence Tiller