let_my_shadow_be_your_shade raze hear now my hushed prayer. i'll stab out the sun with the frail stockade of my flesh-flecked bones, worried and wearied by a warmth that knows no reason. i will carry this flame until the embers of my arms have lost the last of their light. let me build a better bolthole for you to dream in. 250618 what's it to you? who go blather from