half_asleep_poem_fifty_eight raze sometimes memory tells you more than anything should. i remember being afraid to engage with you because the road might take me somewhere safe. for every action, there is a simple retraction. an engine that never stops idling. sneeze, and the world will weave a blessing. sigh, and it's just a lullaby. we all change pace now and then. i'm glad i've got a long walk ahead. 240226 what's it to you? who go blather from