Poll Cat

Howdy,
friends, strangers, lurkers, and lovers.

I'm wondering if people are feeling...

a general anxiety, a feeling of a coming shift,
a global sneeze, forests of hairs standing on end...
a tightness in our collective chests.

Do you feel something is about to change?

Is it the eclipse of this week's blue moon?

Is the paradigm's pyramid about to topple?

Having I been reading too much UrbanSurvival?

I know, I know... spooky dooky.

But,

Chime in, if you would. thanks.








The Second Coming

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the center cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

-- William Butler Yeats, January 1919