broken-shells along finger-spines for word-stems like the tongue-dry feel of your ever-mouth. how much longer the sun-black? twist-corn inversion of marrow-splint, a something-more lost, a some-less-more forgotten-kind, a sad-sad-fire-anger, like the weeping of a widow-house. and i-there, and i-stare, and i-crackling, kindle-ash scattered ever-nowhere.