
Get the goggles ready my friends, the mind boggling dead ends and hidden grins make the head spin as the tail end of this treachery tiptoes thru the trajectory of time in drip drops of fine wine and crumbling thought-crimes and righteous Sages aged with rage that reprimand the wandering Mage who wages unHoly war against the blank page of this torn Story.... The silent stage upon which our Shame Plays out in bashful blues and blissful hues of everything we seek to lose, beneath the flesh, beneath the glue... I bequeath the Quest to you, my friends, no rest for the Blessed when the message descends, rendering the sender in shadowy Intent that festers in blisters that come to a head when resistance Begins... Copyright Charleen Johnston 7-31-20