sift raze i've watched minutes shrink into seconds. osteoporosis of the time. there's no cure for that. it's a side effect of living long enough to see the sand move through the hourglass. i want every grain back. i want more of what i've wasted and less of what i've left behind. i want to melt this moment down to something i can sell for scrap. i want to feel your arms around me until my brittle bones are dust. 221231 what's it to you? who go blather from