limbs raze years before you knew me, i wormed my way into your house, and with your mother's unspoken support i kissed your closed eyes while you slept, leaving unexplained flowers for you to find when you woke. now you layer and loop your love with a bow drawn across four strings, performing for the occupants of a classroom absent its caretaker. through veiled vision i watch two women smile and sway to the sounds you braid and break apart. the words you weave are lost to me before my mind can make them mine. the music darkens and loses its shape until all that remains is a skeletal rhythm and a bass line that bleeds from a thermionic harp when you hammer its hull with the hand your genes deemed second in command. there are no lesser limbs for as long as this song has breath in its body. 250821 what's it to you? who go blather from