malaise tender_square it isn’t sleep-deprivation so much as daily weariness. and dreams akin to a montage of minutiae. tell me tarot, what’s the purpose of my malaise? is this waiting or deferment? wild heart wants elsewhere, the life force slinking across the shore, back to where i was born. “your inner critic is in full effect.” that may be so. maybe i’ve exhausted my reserves on a carousel of fantasy, like a jumper tethered by piercing pole, awaiting transformation as scenes twirl, suddenly a pegasus taking flight. 220404 what's it to you? who go blather from