Souvenirs from a Future World Evening worked quickly as if sewing a ghost. The cry of a doorframe holding nothing, Light cut through. Two truant hands gripped stucco, Peppercorns dropped from trees, The dapple-gray rider smelled the whale washed up…
Souvenirs from a Future World Evening worked quickly as if sewing a ghost. The cry of a doorframe holding nothing, Light cut through. Two truant hands gripped stucco, Peppercorns dropped from trees, The dapple-gray rider smelled the whale washed up…