waning raze how long have i stood right_here, staring at your bouldered body? all those minutes must add up to something. tonight you're a shell of what you were when the week was young enough not to care about what it might grow into. i know the sky carries stars i can't see. i know it's swollen with the souls of whoever watches over me. but it all seems so desolate without the fullness of your face. if i dream of kissing your mouth, will you fill my lungs with what you stole from the sun before it slipped away? 220716 what's it to you? who go blather from