Long Years, Short Post

Not in the mood for a proper post (yet again) so, in that spirit, an unfinished poem:

The long years that have passed
have created confusion
between reality and dream,
and over so many lives
a long shadow was cast,
and the rivers of hope
reduced to one narrow stream...

Precipices And Things

"Madame de Merteuil, though indeed a woman highly regarded, has perhaps only one fault: she overestimates her ability; she is a skillful driver who enjoys guiding her chariot between rocks and precipices and whose sole justification is that she remains unscathed." (Laclos, Les liaisons dangereuses)