I have strange visions nowadays
Of blades and swords and skulls
Dancing ballet near my grave
Now littered with weeds
Stunted by mortal fear.
C) Lorot Salem 2010
I Confabulations 5:13-27
2 days ago
We are at this moment, fellow pilgrim, treading on the boulders of this hill upon weathered rocks and rotting roots to smell a whiff of nature’s scent or to spot footprints on molten lava.
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