estuary raze you don't look anything like god to me. but god is alive in you. your dark swirl of a life so much shorter than my own. the lens won't bend the light that hits this pane of glass. i see you better when my eyes are closed. we meet in the estuary where half-formed thoughts pool, a memory of a memory, drowning in all that can't be seen or said. 220120 ... unhinged the birds that live there have extra long legs and beaks to carefully extricate their food from the water i stand at the edge afraid like one wrong step will suck me under 220120 what's it to you? who go blather from