at_least_it_is_no_god_thing raze maybe god was having an affair. he got a little greedy between then and now. kissed the curls that closed his eyes. made love to a lullaby. his life can be his story — either his core or his care. i'm here to disclose it to him. the thunder in his lost world fortifies the night sky, reaches out, and gives us something long and narrow to chew on. his laughter is what leaving looks like. i'm learning not to rely on him. 260106 what's it to you? who go blather from