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Overused Phrases

From someone, probably someone on my friendslist, someone like apocalypsos, I came across the phrase, "What fresh hell is this?" and found that it was delightful and evocative of so many parts of my life. As usual when words come into my possession, I've been altering them: snipping and trimming and fastening and filling to fit.

As also is usual with words like that, I think them more than I say them. This afternoon, while bed-shopping, I decided that perhaps the futon frame could be delayed in the putting together -- "Until this fresh hell clears out," I said.

Sis, as usual, knew exactly what I meant.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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