starting_with_three_words epitome of incomprehensibility Glassy_dusty_wordless snowlight, you_give_me_something_I_can_feel. Highlight of the bluish lowlight, a speckled sparkle: purple, teal, unfaithful? Outside passing insight, walking by, I watch the peel of glazes in the lemon limelight. Streetlights on the lawns reveal that colours never claim an honest solid state; they only varnish. Real disloyalty would be to promise all the cards and never deal, all the hearts and never call a spade a spade, to club a seal of iridescence on an essence flaky-soft and claim it steel. 231019 ... e_o_i Save silence_in_your_words, eternal_recurrence. A softer sound has more endurance, a note drawn out, a quiet hum of um and um and um and um 231022 ... raze when_you_put_on_the_glasses, june_23, tuesday_night, you were wearing socks that smelled like candy, red rimmed with black and thick enough to keep your feet from freezing. you thought you saw a ghost in the darkest cleft of the room — a featureless form that somehow still conveyed the grave need to communicate. it was only a smudge. 231023 ... e_o_i (Belated applause for raze! and now for some silly December rhyming...) One_winter's_day, his_dream attraction budged an inch. She moved a fraction to the right, enough to make him shake and shake and shake and shake. For she was ice, a sculpture tall - a queen of ice, remade each fall - ice-cold, and not the least bit fond of mortals who were thin and blond. She liked them plump, and made of snow, with buttons, and a hat for show; with sticks for arms, a carrot nose - but not with cheeks of tannish rose. And something else stirred in her ice- cold heart; a memory, and not a nice one to recall that winter day. Her fury moved her now to say, "Begone!" - a shout, with freezing breath - "Or else this day shall be your death. You were the child who cursed my beau to jump and run - and melt, and go. And then you wrote a ghastly song commemorating this great wrong. So flee my wrath, or 'twill be nosty; I'll be fine, but you'll be Frosty." 231202 what's it to you? who go blather from