the_day_of_the_spring_rain -{::ephemeral_arcs::}- It was on the day the crow flew, clutching fruit blossoms on it with the wind. The jagged bird carried a match stick and awashed in its ashes and smoke. My Somite watered down. Upon Inclaves of do(u)wn, swelled grass smoothly combed as down. Dancing in enclave, in ephemeral. jagger and breathing like water. the might daughter. down, down, down. away.. 020412 ... god i will drink a pepsi if someone will bring one to me. 040927 what's it to you? who go blather from