Monday, April 6, 2015

Hallway Echoes at the Roadway Inn (*Easter 2015)


 into this life we come alone

to be fed upon myth of kin and kith and hearth and home


tis naught but a tale grown folk ought be too canny than believe


for still alone art thou comest daytime's eve



 tis no riddle 
nor glass darkly 
if you would but see:
the 
heart 
doth 
beat
that
 you 
may 
bleed








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