I wrote this yesterday on a piece of paper, but again fell asleep. Almost every night I fall asleep in some awkward position on my daughters floor, or half on one of their beds, their soft little arms clutching in sleep to some part of my neck or arm.
Rules 561a-561b Regarding Behavior Becoming and Unbecoming Keepers
of Jubjub Birds and Frumuious Bandersnatches
561a
We must maintain
certain distances.
Do not get too close.
If another approaches
on the street, eyes wide
and eager, saying things like:
my cat just died, or they left me
when I was seven, and I’ve got nails,
you should recoil, draw back,
retreat, eyes averted. If you are feeling
especially intrepid you may direct
them to shelter, safety, ask
where is your family?
561b
When retreating make certain
not to isolate yourself from the
herd, especially if you are sick
and dying. In these cases you
must patiently wait for death
on your narrow bed; even if
the breathless darkness makes
thee to shudder, you must not
go out, and never, even in
times of health, say things
like list to natures teachings.
Also, do not speak offhandedly
about trees, tropes, memes;
that planetary and galactic
resurgences and alignments
are continually at play
is best kept quiet. Others will
think you odd.
