blind report - what I think soft shroud is (without looking)

the poem is a mouth, describing its own tongue, teeth, inner cheeks, inner lips, palate. the mouth is a debt. (nietzsche said we use pain to burn memory and that way we can have debt, and that way we can have a 'People of Thinkers', - " trust, seriousness, tastelessness, and practicality")
first it was that poem though, the burning on of memory to allow the creation of 
an elaborated mouth.


now it is concurrent nights. time doesn't move forward there. it's beautifully warm and static. that would be slow to write.