seen_and_known raze the bird stains my face, and i want to become it for a moment. i want to cleanse my holy hair. to scour the sky looking for food that fell through the cracks. we trigger the script. when i'm away, not able to fully listen, it can become a dark glass. it's simply the mysterious power of the soul. this is where we are for a quieter while. i feel safe, seen, ready to be born again in the dim glow of a new day. 260811 what's it to you? who go blather from