depths raze i falter in fifths, working the pitch wheel to step around the tonic on a keyboard that groans like a fretless guitar. a man sits facing the stairs. his back to an abeyant box of brick and brushwood. this is the closest thing to an audience i'll have tonight. when i'm alone, i wake without wanting to and walk into the waiting arms of the sad-eyed woman you've sent in your stead. her smile says she knows the rules of the game. but she isn't you. how could she be? she hasn't stared into the depths of me and found a friend in that strange sea. 260321 what's it to you? who go blather from