I.  rain, pouring…WHO IS IT he’d for-ever wondered, THAT CRIES? rainbows, thick and miniature, swarm; falling within magnificent drop-lets, exaggerated with concentrations of air and myth…MOTHER! her moods were among the most atmospheric of the legends…YES! moments fully-bloomed through violence, so perfect, so seldom understood; every subtle expression, conception, life and death swirled, mixed; each blossom was both a new-born and fresh-corpse. Read the rest of this entry »