Second review, just a scent — of freezing water and sunlight, of loss, of untitled confusion — underlies twisted (Have beaten)  and dropped topic headers (are brute).  Higher, I think, goes the max explorer. 

Hyper-manly references are scooped up from one segment of the sensate scale, motivated by an ambivert more than sexual need. Joe Ceravolo insists one follow along his line of reasoning (Supply it flowing out).  That’s enforced by repetition at the end, “in this rice Spring.” Syntactical Photoshop gives the visual imagination warm(ed over)  rice, in grief, and slushy leftovers of physical demands, audacious desire (Supply me),  and inconceivable, hoped-for spectacle (because there is in this rice Spring).  

Spectacle, desire — points of origin even slush ought not do without. When we find these, we know we’re closing in.