Hell, or Something Like It
Darksomeness engulfs Low fallow fields left Firm as rock dried in sun, Cold as crisp iceberg submerged. Submariners stumble on Unseen fissues, folds, Crevasses, barren blisters Of lifeless locked land. Passengers punched their tickets, Paid their fares, folded Clothes, packed bags, braved Jet lag just to be here. Groping in obsidian night, all Rend asunder [...]