ruby_dart tender_square (a poem composed of half_asleep_thoughts) i'm the guy who let me down, as you know. in life, without a scar there's no ghost. i told her what i don't want. the definition of it is a term that gives everything else its movement—what little lifts me up. sorry i wasn't more immaculate. i have little inevitability when there's so little time to lean on, but what i imagined, i could give. i know flash eye figures just before the river bed. i know what gods are, and that they must replace concrete. everybody's perfect for ten seconds a day. let me use the rest of me, and prepare to see the interlocked dreams; the fire that burns in me. i carry it around like a planet: dark food for fury, cutlery and chaos. it isn't even mine. sometimes, when i'm in the drink, i'll look so i can come up with a revolution. the world is a gift when you get to the train where ghosts don't matter. 220325 what's it to you? who go blather from