half_asleep_poem_fifty_seven raze he just needs time to remember who he was before he went away. he swallowed his eyes, his mouth a marble twist of madness. could you swallow people? i'd like to buy this gentleman a fusion of mind over reason. it's my favourite thing to be struck by: the ocean of his assumptions. the hollow smoke that opens up a skull. the streets are filled with the sound of skinny little boy-men who mastered the art of the knife before they were born. it's beautiful as a language, because it's imbued with fear. she told him when the leaves were turning lime green and mean, you were supposed to look away. i have a feeling that he has lost and lasted longer than anyone. what kind of questions go through hell as a way of leaving it? i'll think about this at work tomorrow. 240221 what's it to you? who go blather from