grey sea. rays seen. grace. serene. grey sea. meaningless nonstop mindchatter all while craning up and up. melted window pane slowmotion up and up. Walkin fireplace. kiln wall race. win fall pace. around and around the up and up. He stood in there. there in the up and up. hoping for grace serene within the rays seen above the grey sea. pace around the nonstop craning. he stood there. after lighting a huge fire in the walkin fireplace, he stood up there looking at the grey sea. win then fall, no more time to pace. no one found him for two weeks. but they knew what he had been doing that last race around the kiln-walled room. Behind the old victorian melted window that splayed rays into the seaview. I craned and projected meaningless nonstop mindchatter up and up to that window. he blew his brains out looking at the ocean after