wildflowers raze mail from many miles away saw fit to seize my day by the nape of its neck and say: here is something worth seeing. these are moving_pictures sculpted into stillness by an artist's hands. here is the saffron flesh her feet kissed to frame the scene — tanacetum vulgare and low legumous herbs. here are words heavy with a love they cannot hope to hold, though there's beauty in their buckling and breaking apart. here is meaning in a world that's lost its way. 250912 what's it to you? who go blather from