The Many Lives Before
"The screen is pitch black. In the moment before Creation we begin to hear a faint, heterophonic melody. It becomes…
"The screen is pitch black. In the moment before Creation we begin to hear a faint, heterophonic melody. It becomes…
It came to pass that the Fire Ants ran out of structures to build with their bodies once the World…
I am a seed in the depths of me. Death will not be the end of flesh and With iron…
Of what is nothing made but a bed of wild And idle flowers? The fractal petal bent Around the cusp…
Illuminate this hand, Muse, To write a song of arms For Men, exiles of Fate. For this beginning will occur…
The Descent begins anew, Stumbled a thousand times upon The pavement stones and Will again a thousand more. This Son…