those stones we so carelessly castbirthed Ripples of unforeseen dimensionsnow there’s a tsunami of shitabout to engulf you and Iand we shall reap more than we ever sowedin yet another dismal harvest.our practiced tongueswove convenient fictions from little grey lieswhich we honed into truthssharp as switch bladesI heard what you saidyour words were uglyI had words of my own in mindbut they escape