(in no particular order)

millions of bubbles like us

Think then you are Today what Yesterday
you were — Tomorrow you shall not be less.

a hair perhaps divides the False and True

I sent my soul through the Invisible
Some Letter of that Afterlife to spell:
And by and by my Soul return’d to me,
And answer’d I ‘Myself am Heav’n and Hell.’

I swore— but was I sober when I swore?

your Reward is neither here nor there

Ah my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears
Today of past Regrets and future Fears:
Tomorrow! — Why, Tomorrow I may be
Myself with Yesterday’s Sev’n thousand Years.

i used to think this was a happy collection of poems. but the themes of transience and impermanence seem sadder than anything i can think of right now. “carpe diem” — or just get drunk all the time.

to ponder: was omar khayyam an existentialist?

i am taking my motto for this weekend from it’s pages: “while you live, drink!— for once dead, you shall never return.” in CP speak: “let’s get fucked up.”