Overwhelming sadness Those coiled whispers softly woven Promises unending Torn away Savaged Slipped away as dust to the weeds.
NB: These are based on a set of recurring dreams experienced over the last ten years. FIRST SEQUENCE (PURGATORY) The first sequence unfolds in a mist veiled field at dusk. The field is endless, I can’t see the gates clearly but I know they’re there. This place isn’t meant to Continue Reading