half_asleep_poem_forty raze these are my last transmissions on the outskirts of belonging. my partial dreams have a pulse. how much sleep do i need to lose before i die of malnutrition? i can grieve exactly half of my thoughts. do me a favour — make me a schemer. make me a middlebrow dreamer. life is one long endurance test, with the goal moving ever farther away. we all end up the same when we're gone. but what about a break? 230505 what's it to you? who go blather from