Being drawn to the intangible.
Written by Søren St. Paul
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
SILENCE, TOO
Silence, too, is the ghost. Beyond feral dream, shadowed, lost yet fire. We part, in listless cattle. For up, and over, our loins a peak, nor summit, with ice land echo. Harvest. Harvest. Harvest.
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