The Second Coming -- W. B. Yeats
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all convictions, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
The line 'Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;" is the one I am most familiar with and the one that is hitting hardest.
But I have no earthly reason to feel this way Life is ducky. Sure, there are little things. I didn't make a new costume for this year's Ren Fest (nor am I in it), but those were both my own choice. I have two days to make a costume for my son (who asked for it last Saturday, but since I meant to make one and never got a round tuit, I am making it out of guilt). A town I have never been to, nor know anyone in, has very nearly been wiped off the map, but that really shouldn't be bringing ME down. Gas prices are through the roof, but that really shouldn't have sunk in yet. My company is spinning off the part I work for and I will soon be working for a brand-spanking new company that doesn't technically exist yet, but I don't really (we are assured) have to worry about my job.
BUT that's all little shit. Really it is. I can't blame my current mood on any of it. Hell, it's even been sunny for last several days! So, where the heck is this black, blah, tired, weepy mood coming from?! (it can't even be PMS, 'cause of that whole 'pre' thing)