sunlit raze that burning ball of light threatened to ruin every picture i took today. somehow most of them survived. each segment of sky i turned to stung my eyes. i was almost happy to be blind. then night fell on its swollen knees and all the colours i'd known came back to me, snapping into place like diamonds on a grid of lies. and i was glad to have them too. 221010 what's it to you? who go blather from