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