Auditioning "Shrew"

As the moth
at the flame,
so I stutter
and bounce
toward the
wrenching
decisions of
the next three
months. The
mind tries to
compress the
unit, bend it
to a known
totality.
Impossible.

But, Lord, it’s
exciting, So
much better
than elevating
the mundane,
than lending
importance to
a potato of
a script. Let
us attempt
to grasp
Shakespeare’s
comic genius.

March on,
reason.