A poem (sort of (I think?))
Featured image is The Scream by Edvard Munch.
(Featured image by Fabio Deronzier)
“…and in the grim unrelenting grey,
a thousand suns fade, flicker, and die..”
Nope – it doesn’t start with “In the Beginning…”
“What was felt, gathered, and experienced in RT. 18?”
“I will not put the excerpt,
Because I am wearing the t-shirt.”
– T. R
Just another poem.