“Though lovers be lost, love shall not; And death shall have no dominion.”―Dylan Thomas
Exploring the rummage saleof the almostover mindproduces a periplum,
Footsteps trackthe space and time between engagements from confineto confining edge:back and forth, intersectingin a roil alongblazed…
Wasted energyAfter wasting resourcesAnd precious time, drunk.
Yesterday on a shore, I came tothe new familiar sun casted a smaller shadow of me I left it and slipped to a world of blurin the rain I…
All time is irredeemable.
…in the end there is a start.It is hardly difficult to arguethat this is no…