envisage tender_square superhighways of shine smeared and stretching, one for every mark of time. their lines advance and retreat with the triplet of his waltz, converging at my heart. three little tea lights making an offering to the dark; my eyes glazed by tears, hallucinating this vision. there is a glimmer that emanates from the shadow of my waning guilt, from the penumbra of myself moving in secret. 220107 what's it to you? who go blather from