sweating raze i could have written you a river of words with what covered my face and everything below it before the air took what i had to offer and chilled my bones to keep the muscle and flesh that conceals and corrals them from spoiling in the absence of whatever toxins and spores might have given way to delirious discourse i slam my head against the wall and let the colours come out the retinue of my mind a chromatic clerihew devoid of subject or surprise 220616 what's it to you? who go blather from