It's just a temporary slide back in the abyss. I should've seen it coming from miles away. They've been armed in a sick cult or structure; shielding me of my own blazing dagger. There was a purpose upon the horizon; a destination -tangible & fragrant. & I march to ban you & I march to ban you & I march to ban you And I march with a thousand. It's not surprising I should find myself flailing, heading across a bridge of certainty. Back behind enemy lines with no work till Tuesday; I didn't even buckle under the temptation. Got down, with little to do, I welcomed old habits like a long lost friend.. To Spite You Ashore 'bout a week in Venice giving themselves up to the strengths of the menacing darkness. The shrieking howls; light or grey & feeble. The sulky trees sad, dropping their knees in defeat. The temperature falls. The big lights switch on. & from time to time Pharos frighten the cats