The Destroyer wills and would - a heady, overwhelming area. Overwhelm the rooftops, reservoir of young nothing; recollected, explained, accepted. what do I regret?   Down with regret. when I was young and looked down upon the rooftops I had a heady sensation of flying an overwhelming urge to soar that I have accepted as something recollected, nothing to do with me now Walking between rooms, between the end of the the throat down through the core of the body cavity. A sensation so recognised, it's become more an image - A Frida Kahlo-esque painting where the woman sits like buddha only her body opens out, showing central stem. Shimmery, pulsing, gruesomely anatomical. Of course she still can't draw it the way she sees it. I have become a reservoir of useless information a destroyer of that area of magic I once inhabited would they let me go back if I could?