Wretched love thy love must be,for whose purse portendsunending darkness,thrashing like the sea…
In each of us a dramaof damage and endurance,wherein the despicableand the sublime meetto exclaim all.
Even at the end of the road,life is a drama illuminatingthe lost, but living self,meditative and reflective…
The play’s the thing…
The show begins. The onion peels.Birth begets a slow unraveling.An accrual of…