The sign hanging over Justin’s bed read: “Due to lack of funds, the light at the end of the tunnel has been turned off.” When…
Twisting through the tangled darkening forestOn a narrow byway in the middle of…
We stand in darkness
Every night the horns cut through the cold.
At the end, we are shadows
Truth is a new moonAn omnipresent essenceA glow of direct discourseThat threatens blanket darkness
I met a young gypsy She was kindred in spirit And we touched it seemed to…