window_sill raze aluminum pierces the rind that covers the occipital bone and all the thoughts run out, granules carried on a current of unsweetened cherry syrup. ice to keep the swelling down. cold to quell what can't be cured. the spinal cord carries what it can, but the body won't show what the mind can't hold. water braces the sense organs, dried blood drifting on the updraft to thin and return as some notion not yet born. 211011 what's it to you? who go blather from