A sea ahead of me, the wind blows, fragile is the hand that feeds, my seed grows, left inside the wicked vice, I throw and too, let the fate that beholds me, not end the left of man, a woven tale, broken, stale, I was, but yet I am…
Cascade Into The Earthly Hollow – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO
The Twisted Roads To My Madness 