A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Whistle Blower Keep a close watch on The TV monitor, resplendent with static snow flakes as It’s images keep me alive, willing To which end? I don’t know when lies become truth and I’ve never seen the end of the series, but it’s a molotov cocktailContinue reading “WD 115 “Whistle Blower””
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