somewhere_near_a_tangent tender_square (a collage poem of "half_asleep_thoughts") lightning strikes again at the heart of my hardened hearth; you still bring soot, and soot brings eyes, and the memory of modern science. if god hadn't broken the rain, we'd still be here. the wind-drops of the trees were farther than my turning clouded legs. even once in wind, though, i'll continue to line the fibre inside your body. our love is a tensile match in the sun: less skin to butter, more time to burn. only you could craft an epic poem out of the history of my eyes, flowers and wasted amulets. it keeps my love alive and holds me here, begins to join you then, and this town has no heaven because i can't drive; i can only sing like church mice. 220401 what's it to you? who go blather from