windows raze the panes of glass embedded in the walls that surround me, set deep in beds of resin and gripped by glazing sprigs, give this transient morning storm a grandeur as impressive as it is artificial. rain and wind spar with sand and soda, mixing a cocktail that won't dull the senses or leave any lasting impression. it won't even burn the back of my throat. so i'll drink it all in one breathless gulp. because it's already gone. 220415 what's it to you? who go blather from