ludovicowho

There's a nice rhythm in transition and in thought. Also, the narrative stands out without bludgeoning the audience.

Classes described in cognomens, Both Sur and Nick. They ply Themselves, or we ply them Into crisp little images of our imagination – Little self-fulfilling prophecies From over to over ...

On shame, for all The words whispered to The Forgotten Son. Sinners do repent To themselves, at least. Who knows for sure What is real? What is coming? Then return ...