Oh my God

What have you started?

The fuel

Old, dried out, worn

Not fit for purpose

Was never meant to last

Beyond its ‘sell by date’

By several decades

The tinder

Is in this infinitesimal

Right

The fuck

Now

About. Fucking. Time.

I am saying ‘Fuck’ a lot.

Good.

Last night my 5am demons came to call. This time I was ready for them. I caught them in my mind and got medieval on their ass. Tara is on my side; within, beyond and surrounding me. My tools. My friends. And my wisdom mind beyond knowing. Now I light the fire. And it warms me. Now I light the fire – and it is done.