spartan raze when i'm standing on the landing that splits these stairs, squinting to see through the gauze of smudged glass, i'm spotlit on a spartan stage. both myself and somehow not myself. the melodies and words i weave are leaving me before i've known them long enough to grieve. i can't call them back from where they've gone. i can only see the new carpet covering the old. would all_the_lost_songs link arms? step forward and be counted as kin. tell me who you used to be. tell me nothing i've stitched together will survive this storm with its soul intact. tell me my voice is a wisp in the wind. let me go on singing anyway. 260731 what's it to you? who go blather from