where most things start or end anymore. everything seems cyclical. i'd like to think that with finals two weeks away, i am at the end of the semester, but really the next one starts two weeks after that....so its a beginning as well.  Weekends have turned into the start of the week. you get the idea. i am sure dus could write a novel on the subject, but i with my conciseness will stop at that. so, along the lines of that, i thought i would post a recent poem about the dragon tattoo on my back...which i have had for four years this month...but feels like always.

circling, rythmic and eternal
symbols of power, strength and myth
enscribed upon me what seems like a lifetime ago
to bear witness
to a hope i can barely find words to whisper of...
entertwined, unceassingly, one in the same.
this is what i wish for in my unspoken prayers.
the yearning that never rests,
carved in and out of this life
for always.
i've been searching the world over
to find something legendary,
the source of epics and dreams--
my fantasy in the flesh.

I'm in Contracts (if you need a refresher, there's an old post with some bad drawings in it below somewhere). i'm really not following why he's been talking about mutuality of conditions for a full hour without getting anywhere. My mind keeps wandering off, what to eat for dinner, where exactly in the mess in my room i left my wallet, how i'm gonna come up with time to work on my legal writing final, go to hear the Dalai Lama and make it to Jason and Lovelynn's wedding this weekend. i've been mulling it over and think i have a plan. the plan has nothing to do with when to pay people for contract performance or judge cardozo's writings....i float back into the reality of the room for a minute....nope, still not interested....out again. i've been mulling over what happened to the purple crocuses that got tricked like i did a few weeks ago before it snowed again and made the mistake of making their debut. i figure they died. the pink magnolias are blooming now on the drive from work to school, small and pathetic sticks with big flowers...and makes me think of the big white magnolia trees on the edge of the parking lot at Duke, the ones that looked like they had been there forever, thick heavy branches...southern flowers...etched into my mind with that movie steel magnolias. they were always out when it was warm...i'm getting to the point here, its my confusion over why the magnolias are blooming here in the cold....i float back into the room....he's re-enacting the court's holding in different voices, declaring it bs and demanding the court to cite rather than make up randomness, "weasel word: sometimes" he declares....sometimes i listen...lately its starting to sound like the parents on the Peanuts "wah, wah, wah".

 

4 weeks. then a two week break. then 6 week summer semester....then a two week break, i should go lie on a beach somewhere..."wah, wah, wah".