BlogHide Resteemscamnine (34)in hive-170798 • 5 years agoLast Call (a poem)(Image- Little Ladies of the Apocalypse by MorrisoN) “Faith” is the word we whisper when He flickers and snaps till even the upright prophets go as pale and powdery as the seraphim molting at…camnine (34)in hive-170798 • 5 years agoseasons (a poem)(Image- A Day in the Life by MorrisoN) dead things move among us… but we do not know it. we meet them ruffling through parking lots and shopping malls, shuffling in shrouded retrograde…
