begin_civil_twilight_2 ever dumbening lips like a drug pour into me and over me. waves, dark and velvet. she brushes them off as merely a reflection. ~~ "The wild geese do not intend to cast their reflection. The water has no mind to received their image." ~~ and the wood grain reminds me of our standing there. solid, assured, even before the day has become. 040229 what's it to you? who go blather from