Still sick, but I have written…
O Ed Wood,
We beseech thee,
O Edward D. Wood, Jr.:
Look over us now as we begin our new masterpiece.
Blind us to the possibility of failure.
Hide from us the improbability of our success.
Free us from our capabilities,
and strew our paths with bad ideas,
so many that we cannot help but stumble
upon a good one every now and then.
Give us the clarity of vision
to see as far as the next step before us,
but not so clear that we fail to see our own genius
rushing forth like a river and covering all about us
with an ever-rising and brilliant flood of success.
Grant us this, O Ed Wood,
now and in the hour of our rebirth.