There lay a vision of a mirror made hollow by darkness. Yet in that mirror, more was seen than in the polish than which lay there before. Continue reading “In words, what is.”
The pass collapsed two weeks past, no way in or out beside sheer cliffs up or down. We have with us all we need to survive and flourish, even if most no longer realize that. Continue reading “A tune in mind.”
In the world of the parasite, the cure is most vile, and must be fought against, parasite and host alike, for only with its destruction will the world be safe for the like of the parasite.
Eyes held forward, shoulders back. It is the time to march.
A cold surrounds as the air rushes past, bringing its miserable chill toward the light and warmth of the fire.