Thirsted I, for skies starlit and the morning mist’s dew to relieve my feet. But lifeless valleys wrap over the land, Stone walls, sheer as shale, brace the four ragged corners Of this aberrant new plane… Thus repelling all timely wisdom, and slicking away all answers the most immediately unknown borders may offer. Wholly bitter […]

If the world reset, And came a new Genesis… Our image would wax. Mated to our breed, So much am I your equal. This, our code to share: Concepts of conscience? …Our love authored Golden Rules. Our image would swell.