I was talking in mystic chordmemory, in chime and pulling throughthe light of all thingsAcross, across the battered bookkeepingdollar sense of where we left tostream beyond, looking up to starkShimmering blackness, whole pointsof galactic time swallowed inblinking pace before us.When you take the raw end of things,clasping and human against the bloodyedge of time, it... Continue Reading →