ready when the pain subsides drunk on seagrass and stains imedded in the contours of your brain: 50% gelatin 50% bacteria paper and pen or clear glass to cast words which flow faster than matter can keep up-the buffalo careening mad over the cliff to oblivion of lost thread let sink your mistakes open up your chest and let green rain drown you whole only the stop of-you-can display that inner jewel, and your inner jewel shines ever so bright that with it, if you let it, will guide your way