I don't know if anyone in the Star Wars universe ever committed suicide by throwing themselves into the belly of a sarlac, but I often think that falling into the pit of Carkoon sounds appealing on bad days.
Today is a very bad day. I am not however going to throw myself into the belly of the beast. Even if I should trip or fall in, I promise to fight my way out. Today I am Boba Fett. Boba doesn't die like a chump. Today might just change everything.
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Wednesday, January 28, 2015
Wednesday, January 7, 2015
Taking off the Ring
I took the ring off today
Not a wedding ring
An earring
Still it had meant something
For a little over 20 years I wore it
In the top of my left ear
A reminder of a promise
A promise broken first by me
The silver hoop slipped out easily
Its absence exposing my prominent fleshy vestigial
A naked primal helix
A nod to ancient ancestors
Even the physical body will hold on to what it no longer needs
As if clinging to a memory of what was
Not accepting the promise of now
Afraid of what will be
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