When memory’s but a whirlin the always-roulette twirlyou’re a woman not a girlbegetting life in this worldWhen forever feels the waitto live dreams amongst a spateof unresolved ugly acheswith you I commiserateWhen even luck is rottenand besieged with ill-troddendreams frightening and soddenlet it all be forgotten
Whew! Trying out the tanaga form in the Imaginary Garden today. It is difficult, yikes.