spyglass raze it must have been a gift from my mother — something meant to let me see the stars. strange how i can't recall leaning on it to enlarge anything. i think i always wanted to know the true size of whatever i happened to be taking in. to walk around in the mundane magic of youth with only my own eyes to guide me. i wish i had it with me now, if only to marvel at the hue of its hide. it was stained with the same red i see every day when i ask myself if i still have words. 260407 what's it to you? who go blather from