Moments of Rich Lyricism

"And the dreams so rich in color. How else would death call you? Waking in the cold dawn it all turned to ash instantly. Like certain ancient frescoes entombed for centuries suddenly exposed to the day."


"Ash moving over the road and the sagging hand of blind wire strung from the black-ended lightpoles whining thinly in the wind."


"Wrapped in the blankets, watching the nameless dark come to enshroud them."


"The ashes of the late world carried on the bleak and temporal winds to and fro in the void."


"Like the great pendulum in its rotunda scribing through the long day movements of the universe of which you may say it knows nothing and yet know it must."