"He plots an inner landscape. And though we find beauty here there’s a warning on the wind, something that acts silently on our animal mind. We are not in an entirely safe place. This is border country. A land caught in that dangerous time just before dawn where angels and monsters may mingle before fading, as th… Read More
"He plots an inner landscape. And though we find beauty here there’s a warning on the wind, something that acts silently on our animal mind. We are not in an entirely safe place. This is border country. A land caught in that dangerous time just before dawn where angels and monsters may mingle before fading, as the thin fingers of night creep back to the darker places, just before yielding sovereignty to the waking day. The path ahead is overgrown having known only the footfalls of poets and madmen before us. We wonder as we step forward, which shall we be?"
- James Hayward Read Less
