Card City, A Cure for the Crater
We have these gatherings on both sides, the light and the dark. Do we need someone to walk with the dead? More
What is this beautiful city here, with its mist over these buildings?
Wander away and find family, and friends, paradise, and care. The medicine is no longer bitter, and sour, made from motion, vector, shape and carve or caress, and still the sugar granulates and washes the water over the tongue.
Here is where you may hide your help, for the trouble, so that you are not too generous and so that these meals of spectrum and whole nutrition, too pure for any fast to be broken, are fed, irreverent.
The rafters were laughing, now reveling, leavening the creation, creator, and the rise.
Now we are home where we can't call these anyone but our brothers in our works--