Leaned against this mirkened fence are we found equally bleached, beaten by sun, rain and winter cold The wait was like cracks around ice-holes, in cold, unreliable and of inadequacy, for the scum’s loopholes, nonsensical sidetracks, refused me to blossom anew during withering It all carried on, kept creating that ― nothing, when all of this … Continue reading IN AN AWAITED LUSTFALL