Published on Tuesday, July 27, 2010 by admin Hands and knees grasping earth The shining rust Eggshell eyes Brimming madness Drink deep The tumult fades, The silence dreams of nothing The tree is as old as age, Branches grow, arcane fractals Whispering to you of gentle vacuum and release Rest your weary brow in laughing, sighing boughs, Soothe your fevers in the pulsing bark and rot, And dream...