half_asleep_poem_ninety raze i see no flames in abeyance. i'm the bomb that bruises. i'm broken beneath the teeth of the wind. i don't want paper. i want titles that are more robust. i wish in loss. i pledge allegiance to the faltering flag. the reasons become expensive. it's not that the present is crazy. it's that the past couldn't last. 241121 what's it to you? who go blather from