partition raze so the sky split in two again. over there, the canopy above my head was almost grey enough to pass for white. it was what i'd been staring at since the world opened its eyes and started talking to me. it was different over here. such a strange and stillborn blue. like the ocean in my dreams. where the seam split, i saw the first stirrings of a sunset two hours early. i made myself as tall as i was able and stitched the frayed flaps of fabric back together, for all the good it would do. 230109 what's it to you? who go blather from