tear raze the day i prayed for you not to die, after years of not praying for anything, i thought one might fall, but whatever lacrimal fluid had collected hugged against my eyes having long since forgotten where it was supposed to go, like blood clotting before it could trickle or ooze or do what blood does when forced from its usual haunts. stubborn as you are, you'll outlive me anyway, so it matters not. 140811 what's it to you? who go blather from