togetherness raze you wake to a world in which no one knows your heart. i hang my head and steal what broken sleep i can from a city without a soul. we both die a little more each day. still, my thoughts are alive inside your mind, and yours in mine. the imperfect metronomes buried between our lungs sing at the same speed. we hold our dreams up to the light to see what they're made of. lemongrass and spider's silk. warblers and arboreal wanderers. the studied accident of our birth is a contract with loss we didn't ask to carry. so much has been tarnished or taken away. everything is horrible, you say. but we're the lucky ones. we have each other. 260927 what's it to you? who go blather from