orb raze soft-bellied beetle — you have no way of knowing where_the_light_comes_from. but the sphere it smears on the warped wall i call my bedroom ceiling makes a fine place to rest after running_to_stand_still. i've lost sight of you now. i hope to wake to the slow surprise of your return so i can sing my gratitude for whatever luck you might have brought with you when you wandered into my low-lit world. 251115 what's it to you? who go blather from