Imbecile Coda
SELFLIFEwriting of DEATH . . . Hrmmm : Isn't that sort of an oxymoron, like jumbo shrimp ? As a kid my favorite dish was kidsmenu shrimp served in a since-lost theme restaurant. "Your thoughts are the smoke of grilling meat."



Somewhere in this process your sorrow hardened in secret to bitterness.
 agitation.
But the resentment I once felt so keenly has softened into sadness, like a fury of trumpets  transmuted to some flute's quiet moan.
Although the sharp-tongued acrimony of brass might offend the stray auditor, it played the same theme of my soul's pain and perplexity of solitude. There are a lot of feelings which I feel only comfortable to express now in hindsight.