Reliquary – A.P. Christopher (constant Variable)

In the wake of what we planWhere nothing grows and nothing canAnd all the acres left between usSpan the world and what they mean wasEvery tiny piece of worth we feared to ever feel was left to die Slow and slim – a sallow crestAnd labored lungs in hollowed chestThat uttered something named redemptionIn aContinue reading “Reliquary – A.P. Christopher (constant Variable)”