i lived in the conflagration of your lonely nights and ruby lights, high in the stands

Spent too much time today sitting in this chair. Went walking a bit though (about three miles total), which is good because I would have had to kick myself if I hadn't gotten to enjoy the lovely weather. The drought made a lot of trees drop their leaves before they changed, but there is still enough color on the trees--and there are enough crunchy leaves on the sidewalks--to make an autumnal soul happy.

Then I came home and spent too much time sitting in a different chair, having a conversation which, while interesting, was entirely too long. Sleep needed.

The subject line comes from a MegaHAL poem. The full line is actually "i lived in the conflagration of your lonely nights and ruby lights, high in the stands, munching beer nuts"

MegaPoem for the night:

When i get messy sometimes, but my thoughts go,
tails up, with long leaps lovely and more realistic to free your energy by surrendering and letting them die
simpering and without force, the rain drops into the right number for every slab,
staining the uncomfortable air
over the floor, and somewhere, somewhere
there is a tale of love as a barrel full of people
outside at the end of the hall
and reaping, and in a crate.
and if they needed to be seen.