plaintive raze "if you care, you're going to get hurt," he said. "you can't control nature. or people." i found you weeping for what was lost or taken away. reaching out your hand to grip a thing that was gone. i watched your fingers close around air. mourning a lost child. or a fallen friend. or a precious possession that fell somewhere it couldn't be called back from. "what's wrong?" i asked. my eyes searched yours for an answer you couldn't offer in any language i understood. i might not be able to save you from whatever agony or unkind end living has in store. but i can scrape the dirt from the coarse flesh of this fruit with my nail before it meets your mouth. i can love you with all the dust my fading heart still holds. and if i make myself tall enough, i can touch the star at the center of this dark sky that blankets our fragile lives. 221029 what's it to you? who go blather from