odyssey ovenbird I will not be Penelope endlessly weaving a shroud for the dead. I will busy my fingers knitting clothes for my own living body as it burns towards darkness. I will not stay behind and pine. The only fidelity I claim is to my own soul’s purpose. I will not be made a symbol of duty and steadfastness at the expense of my own wild awakening. There have been wars enough in the history of my days and I am coming home. There are surely a few adventures left and I will not leave them to the whims of dusty heroes. If I have to blind a monster for the sake of joy I’ll do it. There are so few scraps of pure delight and I’m done waiting for them to be carried in on a platter. I’m ready to eat with my hands. 250608 what's it to you? who go blather from