Threaded mists– Night thwarted by dawn. An unmistakable rift between remem… The dew appears on the gossamer; t…
On the eve of my inexorable death,… Muting sounds; the leaves crepitat… These sounds I will remember with Fondness sinking into The sidereal sleep.
I understand the leaves and the st… My urge to go there is not sudden. In fact my loins tell me so. Without them I would be lost– My soul is adorned with accoutreme…