sunless raze sleep cured most of whatever ache it gave me, this muted but insistent throb in the lower right quadrant of my back, and now i'm watching the sky grow as dark as a halfhearted night. the clouds have swallowed up the sluggish sun. thunder has torn the drawstring from the dormant day and ripped it wide open. whatever distant pain remains, trust this morning_storm to wash it away. 220521 what's it to you? who go blather from