That's the way we get by. ..

The morning comes,

the night decays,

the watchmen leave their stations;

The grave is burst, the spices shed, the linen wrapped up;

The bones of death, the cov'ring clay, the sinews shrunk & dry'd

Reviving shake, inspiring move,

breathing, awakening,

Spring like redeemed captives when their bonds & bars are burst.

Let the slave grinding at the mill run out into the field,

Let him look up into the heavens & laugh in the bright air;

Let the inchained soul,

shut up in darkness and in sighing,

Whose face has never seen a smile in thirty weary years, 

Rise and look out;

his chains are loose, his dungeon doors are open;

And let his wife and children return from the oppressor's scourge.

They look behind at every step & believe it is a dream,

Singing: "The Sun has left his blackness & has found a 

fresher morning,

And the fair Moon rejoices in the clear & cloudless night;

For Empire is no more,

and now the Lion & Wolf shall cease."

Excerpt from "America: A Prophecy" by William Blake

All photos from Ffffound!

This has become the year to confront my ghosts.

I just didn't know that I'd have to confront them all in the same week. ..