diff --git a/feed.xml b/feed.xml
index b6abd81..f319ada 100755
--- a/feed.xml
+++ b/feed.xml
@@ -10,6 +10,35 @@
+We're coming up on the end of the Eschaton, you and I,
+and for almost a year I've planned for next month to die.
+But it's impossible to plan for every contingency.
+What are we to do if May passes and I'm still living?
+
+I've kept this faith secret in me, learned every way to hide
+and still let through a sliver of this lightning kept inside.
+There's so much love you've planted in this garden that's my body
+that perhaps, if I stand still enough, others will see my wings.
+
+In the birds that convened outside my window
+gathered in a flock until they took flight,
+in the blackened tree branches that scraped
+against an ashen gray sky,
+in the first blooms and blossoms
+of my garden in birthing spring:
+if it was good and beautiful, I saw you in everything.
+
+ ]]>
+
-I stepped outside during work today,
-hoping to take a sip of the clouds,
-because there was nothing else to do
-and inside was boiling,
-stifling,
-all headaches exhumed.
-Dismal sky
-and rain light
-on its way,
-my head cocked, listening
-to the wind, hoping to catch a word from you.
-
-A word, maybe, or a song, or a single note.
-Your voice always
-lifts me up from my lows
-and helps me down from my worst highs.
-And in this wind, I think, I could take flight
-without fear of being caught in a tornado
-or taken to lands foreign and unknown
-because I know
-all roads lead back to you.
-In this wind, in this shower,
-I could easily disappear.
-
-What if I was wrong all along
-and in reality Eris
-yearned for my silence
-and you gave me all my songs?
-Only recently
-having learned to read
-and literature never being your thing?
-Listening to the midnight trees
-scrape against my bedroom window
-the years of my childhood where you I did not know.
-I look back and angel numbers appear everywhere I go
-in everything I've ever done.
-How loud did you scream, Jett?
-How hard did you pound your fists?
-How long did you wait
-to see what I'd retained,
-what slivers of memory still did persist?
-
-The rain pounds harder outside the window,
-and if I'd still been standing on the sidewalk,
-my jacket would've long since been soaked through.
-An absence of birds
-making their curves
-along the canvas of the sky,
-just a not-even-gray as far as possible
-can see the eye.
-What I would give for the workday to be over
-and to be tucked safely in my bed,
-resting in the sturdy-yet-soft arms
-of my lover.
-To know
-tomorrow
-will be brighter,
-kinder,
-holding less harms.
-
-And the tornado comes,
-uninvited,
-and nothing more.
-
- ]]>
-
│ ├── corner-witch-2.txt
│ ├── corner-witch.txt
- │ └── crescendo.txt
+ │ ├── crescendo.txt
+ │ └── cultivator.txt
├── d
│ ├── daybreak.txt
│ ├── deadend.txt
@@ -176,7 +177,7 @@
└── wme.txt
-22 directories, 126 files +22 directories, 127 files