half_asleep_poem_fifty_six raze two dogs die gently, holding each other while dodging the night rain. they stand at the back of the lawn and yawn figuratively as someone watches over us. every god among us is a candle burning bright. a cold, devotional intelligence. the feeling of the end dumped something on the ground and flew up into the fleeting. when did this happen? i say a million years ago or so. 240217 what's it to you? who go blather from