i'd spend the end with you.

my 3000 word 19th century essay is due on tues and i am not even halfway done. it's gonna be a long three weeks if i keep up this kind of listlessness. i am too sleepy but i cannot allow myself to go to bed yet because i am determined to finish up at least one of the poems that is required of me by tonight. and i will worry about the other three tomorrow.

things that shouldn't disappoint always end up disappointing more than they should.

if the world should stop revolving, spinning slowly down to die,

i'd spend the end with you.

& when the world was through,

then one by one the stars would all go out,

then you & i would simply fly away.