©2021 Michael Raven
it is the empty hours wordless and mute that drags like dead bodies over barbed-wire glass and razor grass left crimson at my feet while the clocks burn slow
passing time/
sceadugenga
words. spirit. alchemy.
©2021 Michael Raven
it is the empty hours wordless and mute that drags like dead bodies over barbed-wire glass and razor grass left crimson at my feet while the clocks burn slow
