i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

so a short respite is necessary.

yesterday my professor said

"history is infinite"

and in that moment i thought to myself.

damn straight.

his story is infinite.

you know im calling out

again and again.

i know i asked you,

and i see you answer.

but don't trust such weight to my knees,

if they give way im afraid i won't get back up.

in all things i am helpless, and inexperienced.

i am truly humbled.

and i see it every day,

truly in the way i think.

the root of all that is me.

you were right.

i am wrong.

i called, you answered.

now come,

come to my rescue.