surrounded raze i am the only organic living thing in this room, surrounded by things that draw no breath, all of them generating more noise than me. if we are loudest when we are silent, i am working on my deafening roar. it isn't yet quiet enough to peel paint from walls. it'll get there. 130723 ... tender_square in fertile frost, my breath blossoms a sacred tendril. no dark river could ever make cold light; only love warms—bird wild above, rustling the season of life. 211207 what's it to you? who go blather from