An outstanding piece on one of my favourite sites. Oldepunk is everything!
Enveloped, and cresting the dusk of dawn the palace is ancient there are only shadows of ghosts in residence clinging to the false sun above my bed they sometimes whisper nonsense to hear only our …
Source: Lucid
Yup, you are right about his sight, and the poetry is impeccable, as usual.
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