Desert Crossroads at Dusk. If we had thought At this interim, Where he plants His graveled head Lifts his back And carves the sifted plain To greet our tread, That surety were Merely the lengthened Shadow of our sweetest dreams. Then had each herself Her own heart reprieved. Whether her path into the darkness Or …
"In order to rise from the ashes, the Phoenix must first burn." -Octavia Butler
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Lucidly in shadows. Poetry from a hand that writes misty.
...in which I attempt to write in an amusing fashion, look at shiny things both past and present, and not lose it. Again.
