perish raze where once was strength, there now lives blind faith, its hearing heightened to compensate, to taste inflection and covert whispers, to hear the hissing of the wind. where once was dread, there is indifference — panic salted with defeat. the granulated winter murders whatever hasn't been nailed down. it's been such a long time coming. holding in is holding on. in the thick mud of rejoicing sits a seed that won't take root. 160322 what's it to you? who go blather from