coral releaseofwarmth since I already talked about Chelsea in the_unchecked_expansion_of_the_universe anyway. and since this came up in old_shit. I felt like it was right to post this here. This poem was/is for her. yes this can be found elsewhere. look closely, or don't. 240229 ... warmthofrelease When's the last time you ever tired to deconstruct a river? Are they respected where you come from as animals and heirlooms? Were you the child of your family Who hid alone in the guest room working at American atlases marking water courses and tributaries, rushing to find the right paths and places? Were you colliding with honesty to protect us from riptides and lunar_wander by rote, by fingertip_tracery, by closed_eyes and whitewash_crush? Well, from my bloody fingertips in the Mississippi to my patient palms drawing baths whenever I feel like the water comes from somewhere else I think of the child thankfully. And I think of you. No matter whether or not you were there. 240229 what's it to you? who go blather from