BadMormon

It was a year ago

give or take a week or a day, depending on your counting of what matters

I don’t know where I stand

it may seem ok

it isn’t

but what that means is undecided

as the eightball whistles

murky, but clear in the center

suspended behind mudgulped windows

here I am

still

I Googled Blind Love (Looking for Tom Waits Lyrics, Found Shakespere)

Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury.  1875.

W. Shakespeare

XXXIX. Blind Love

O ME! what eyes hath Love put in my head

Which have no correspondence with true sight;

Or if they have, where is my judgment fled

That censures falsely what they see aright?

If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote,

What means the world to say it is not so?

If it be not, then Love doth well denote

Love’s eye is not so true as all men’s: No,

How can it? O how can Love’s eye be true,

That is so vex’d with watching and with tears?

No marvel then though I mistake my view:

The sun itself sees not till heaven clears.

O cunning Love! with tears thou keep’st me blind,

Lest eyes well-seeing thy foul faults should find!