be{longing} to seeking to walking home vaugely empty. I say, "This is my initiation as the trappings of maturity wrap me in an extra glittery present with a lead and pink bow." only days and (sliding) together Like wicker-basket strings into wicker basket things how is your life? where is the weather? what did we do to the swirling nether? why do I try without any wings? we say these and more troubling things. time to wait and time to churn sit back and try to learn how to fill a sea with red hot ice. yes, yes it would be. it would be nice.