https://wp.me/p8jzUa-1U. A reprint from 2015
I have begun to emulate Blake in my scribblings
With no clear idea of what that means,
No sense of original sin or even unoriginal sin,
Except the ways in which men and women behave
Hurting each other, allowing their terrors to frighten the children
Not facing life responsibly
With joy and gladness for every day
But letting the things that haunt their dreams
Destroy their waking
Tamara, really 