half_asleep_poem_eighty_one raze i dreamed i woke up to this. insect, minced meat, burr, and tree. i withdrew. i drew a lot. i built myself into a fearsome threat. did god create us? how does he wait for the new_year to come? i just stand in it. i tilt my head slightly to land on him. 240925 what's it to you? who go blather from