Step across the threshold with a pocketful of grief, token of a monster’s wit, gold…

The sill of summer willows simmers with cries. Daydream’s child floats on whispers, bright eyes…

Wednesday into Thursday morning. It was in the provocation of the eyes. A winter rain…

Engargoyled grime-thick luxury, dusts like a golden pall, a city-state five blocks by twelve, where…

Where the chancy song no longer agitates, and where the free parade like ghosts, unpleasant…