beside raze you're in every beautiful thing i see. you're in the winged messengers that speak to me in a dialect i've forgotten how to decode. you're in each soft smear of yawning sky. you're in the impossible leaves that stand between blades of grass for ten days before yielding to the wind's will. you're every perfect storm that ends before i'm ready to be spared, and all the prismatic poems i've yet to read. i carry you with me everywhere i go. 220429 what's it to you? who go blather from