The Cold

The cold can’t decide if it wants to stay It came in a few days ago and turned the winter’s final rain into its first snow The last of what little snow fell is still around It hides in those lonesome corners where the sun doesn’t reach It watches anxiously as puddles form in the…

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There’s this question…

…that someone spoke to me in a dream when I was about sixteen years old: “What side of time are you on?” I still don’t know what that means. It was either a message from an entity from beyond the fourth dimension or it was nothing at all. I thought I could use that to…

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