Rambling.

I was feeling inspired (and that cup of coffee and possibly even that tea). I created and performed three beautiful, meaningful, complete poems for Chelsi. The words, usually which swim from brain to mouth to pen, simply dived off my lips. I was never a strong swimmer, and I couldn't catch the words and place them where they belong. On paper. On here. Preserved for re-enactments. Then again, look at Thanksgiving Day and July 4th--built on bloodshed, America thinks these celebrations never tasted so good.