tan raze it's plain to see which hand has been stung by the sun and which one is kept close to the vest, where the rhythm of what ails and awes can be felt with one quick flick of the wrist. all of us are slender beasts, our bellies bloated with devotion. we bend to meet the light. there is no guarding against the loss that living brings. but there is so much still to taste and be tamed by. 250509 what's it to you? who go blather from