oh corporeal form, that shaped by the motions of boulders n sand, why do restless waters go always like this - lapping at the doorframe, the little dripping sounds in the basement?
held an arm up, to the sky, to clear the sun out of sight, but somehow you just can't catch warmth, here.
and i said all of the things that i'd needed to say but if not why's it matter, either? what a curse; am i sad? am i happy? am i just over it?