swept raze you haven't lived until you've spent the night on your knees, a flashlight in one hand and a broom in the other, fingers burnished by bristles, brushing empty bottles from their open tomb beneath your box_spring into what_little_light the rented room you call yours has to offer. this water saw you through years that almost ended you, even if the spring that spawned it was more myth than material. now it's nothing but a faded name on a macerated map. so sweep it away like everything else you've lost and gone on loving. 260409 what's it to you? who go blather from