Allison

ELVIS COSTELLO Alison 1977

(by the way... this song is not about a girl named Allison... read on)

Allison.  A song... though beautiful, I swore I would never use.  Yet here I am.  Perhaps it tells too much.  Perhaps it reveals the cuts of the heart, so deep, so critical.  Yet I survive, if only to die again.

Such is life.

Where was my writing on Tuesday?  Well it was Halloween, that day were those long dead emerge into life.  Though bony hands pierce the ground as you walk though the graveyard, sometimes it is best to let the dead lie.  Curious how sometimes the dirt that weighs the bodies down is little more than lies from the past.  Despite the cry, let the dead lie... life was made for living.

We have all made our choices.In the tales of bones in the boneyard wonders happen.  Saints miraculously turn into sinners. sinners turn into saints.  What a world.  What a glorious world.  The dance continues until the circle is complete.

But is the circle ever complete?

...or the dance?

Sleep well.