canticle raze i counted the beads on a rosary only i can see. and as each small circle passed through my fingers, i sang a hymn for all that hasn't yet been taken from me or thrown away. a person can be angry at the world and grateful for what it's given them. a star that could melt us down to nothing without ever knowing our names can share the sky with clouds brave enough to blunt its blinding light. both things can be true. 230506 what's it to you? who go blather from