narritive_bell Doar you with hold your lies, letting them turn your truths blind, sifting through the small traces of the gathering, searching for meaning in the shifting of dances that happened last year, snowing upon the apartment roof, pulling entire mountains down with pure thought, how do you look at me without turning away? filling your loft in the absence of colour, crying out loud that you can't hear the records i dictated for you. step aside and let the warm rains sweep the debris from your garden. 050823 what's it to you? who go blather from