And Happy New Year to you. I only aspire to be content. Ecstasy is for saints and I am not one. Agony needs no help from me. Poetry is a lovely young woman who leads me where she wants to go. I follow, hoping for the best. Not all relationships end well.
Keep hammering boards. I’ll keep hammering words. Perhaps there’s not as much difference as there appears to be. You bang out some pretty eloquent words yourself.
If you liked all my stuff, I’d be concerned for your mental health. :)