theatre_of_stars raze i can no longer distinguish hydrogen and helium from hovering threat. i only know what's pinned to the pitted canopy above my bed hasn't taken me yet. i've died so many times by now, but never madly enough to stay unmade. are there different_stars where you are when the distance between us is measured not in minutes but in miles? there must be. and still, sometimes, we manage to dream ourselves into each other's arms without once needing to crane our necks to see what strange snippet of song has surrendered its voice for a chance to play a bit part in the silent spectacle of our night sky. 260223 what's it to you? who go blather from