ashen snow, how apropos. driven asunder a quixotic irony blames the world for worldly creations. misanthropic calculations and lactations and… nourishment? tuning tuning tuning turning twisting helixing. we are all spread and born, every flake of dinosaur crystal, bellicose catalyst. and we can’t fly, can only guess at leviathan, at levitation and submersion. kick the shins of everest, mcKinley, kilimanjaro. sparring foundation, it is in our eye.