take away the name & i know
i do not know this city

why do i aspire in vain
even to dream of another city

i walked the cobblestones, i spoke
with what i thought were denizens of the city

different pathways, tasks, circles:
we hardly live in the same city

as Graywyvern weaves through traffic
he imagines the future ruins of his city


"It ought to be every writer’s ambition to write a book considered subversive enough to be banned."


House of the Rising Sun.


Righteous Prog thread.


Déjà vu.