hear_reveal tender_square (a poem comprised of “half_asleep_thoughts”) this ain't a mess. it's a weather-blown memory: lavender leaves lick the forest floor, and she draws the curtain of the day, bringing rain with her. i couldn't get back to sleep after she swam into my skull. i arose on full fire, shook out like thunder that was supposed to be blanketed by sky. all my memories of her turned into quieter passages; a red-branded bird who might land on the new wild nowhere. there's a trail of deciduous trees and apple that leads to me: take me in your arms and pull me closer. 220714 what's it to you? who go blather from