The End of the Era of Blakean Patience

It’s the end of an era / and any end summons terror— /


In This Deep Slumber

In this deep slumber before the big sleep   Oxygen tubes sing monotonous sonatas to no one   Here have this morphine you won't feel a thing don't know what you think of it all if you think at all blink once for yes   Last words rattled days ago Pastor at the door with... Continue Reading →

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