Truly at this moment thinking back back back of the last year I am fixed in the thought of waste. Vexed by what's been tried and isn't true. amazing and crud and heaping nails of asphyxiation. I am the no man. be a tinker bell and craw into a knook. glitter an evening unseen and kept wrapped. Shiny and coaxed his teeth were ready to chatter and never did so. Some found it sad, others found it what they always wanted of him. The silence boosts me to build a chariot. a silence so shimmery it alone mounted all the attention he could give himself and lunged. Happy in the ides of distance he pulled scratching dry and starched blankets over the visage of his lidless eyes.