cardinalidae raze bullied by the blue ones, you take solace in the soft pocket of night's furtive fist. they've made you wary. i'm more patient than most. you know that by now. i wait for you to remember where you once belonged. your feet taste cold concrete. you take only what you need. then you're lost to me, silent but for the beating of your wings in the pith of memory's slow unwinding. 221124 what's it to you? who go blather from