Pure

 August 29, 2026

A day of the most miraculous labor and inspiration, the words flowing out like drops from a fountain. I have days like this, nights like this from time to time, rare, but in a long life, enough to come to know and understand. My fingers on the keyboard could do no wrong. I remember this from when I began. I do know that, as far as the quality of my own life, nothing will come of it, and yet I commit, I go forward, as aside from all consequence, it is beautiful. I am ot deceived, Lord. I know that you will negate all consequence. What does it say of me that that does not matter? For tonight I am pure.