Butterflies (Second Thoughts?)

You can sort
of tell
what

it feels like
as you
are

about
to approach
the celebrant

in the dance
of marriage.
I

read
a sentence
on p. 325,

James
Joyce, *Finnegans
Wake*, NY, Viking,

1939, 1957.

Comither, ahorace, thou mighty man of valour, elderman 13
adaptive of Capel Ysnod, and tsay-fong tsei-foun a laun bricks- 14
number till I've fined you a faulter-in-law, to become your son- 15
to-be, gentlemens tealer, generalman seelord, gosse and bosse, 16
hunguest and horasa, jonjemsums both, in sailsmanship, szed the 17
head marines talebearer, then sayd the ships gospfather in the scat 18
story to the husband's capture and either you does or he musts 19
and this moment same, sayd he, so let laid pacts be being betving 20
ye, he sayd, by my main makeshift, he sayd, one fisk and one flesk, 21
as flat as, Aestmand Addmundson you, you're iron slides and so 22
hompety domp as Paddley Mac Namara here he's a hardy canooter, 23
for the two breasts of Banba are her soilers and her toilers, if thou 24
wilt serve Idyall as thou hast sayld.
--Finnegans Wake 2.3.325

***

Getting married in
five hours.
So,

how do you
feel? Pretty
good.

Butterflies, but the
feeling is
good.

Put it off
five years
real

life.
Big step.
Open book at

random.
Do the
deed.