arrive raze a man with a beard that's downright biblical says, "you're waiting for the perfect moment. life does not give you perfect moments." that's a soundbite with some serious teeth. and it's a lie. because you've lived through things no other word can begin to describe. holding someone so close you can hear them swallow and feel the rhythm of their heart reach for your own. two songbirds dancing into togetherness just a few feet from your face. a cartwheeling leaf making a nest in your hair when there's no breeze to guide it there. a circuit-bent sampling keyboard conjuring a woman's wail. out of nothing. out of nowhere. a bushy tail brushing the back of your hand. a laugh good enough to wring water from the wasteland of your eyes. these pockets of grace won't be built or bullied into being. they'll find you on their own terms, in their own time. your job is to be awake enough to recognize them when they arrive. 260607 what's it to you? who go blather from