late_night raze a fallen face, feathered and fair, uncorks its teeth and tamps down time. this is the only way i know to slow what cannot be loved into leaving. we lie awake and wait for the first flickers of a storm the night builds from its bevy of half-heard prayers and threadbare alibis. my voice is a lash of lightning that strafes the starless sky. blink and you'll miss it. 250325 what's it to you? who go blather from