pissing raze after seven hours of unbroken sleep, the basin behind your pelvic bone overflows — one angry eye that's gone too long without crying and has taken it upon itself to remind the rest of you how rain is made. water can't touch the sky if it doesn't move through us first. how much of our agony and joy have we flushed away without a second thought? count the rings around the porcelain tree. they'll tell you. 220813 what's it to you? who go blather from