A golden shovel in blank verse EPIGRAPH: I don’t know what happens after death but I’ll have to chance it.Desert Snow, Jim Harrison (1937 – 2016) Left alone to my own devices, I oft ponder beyondering, though I don't dare wander past the edges of we-know before twilight. O, Sun, I wonder what, while watching… Continue reading Death, or: Beyondering
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