Companion poem from chapter 6 of the R.M. Dolin novel, “What Is to Be Done”Read chapter It’s so unfair to escapethe dealer of darknessonly to be back in his hold.Death is an illusion,a poem of perfect pretend.Longing to live unafraid.To step one last time beyondthe …
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Chapter 6 in R.M. Dolin’s novel, “What Is to Be Done”Read companion poem, read original poem Why does night encase emptiness as if we are one? Why does light beyond the edge of darkness tease at attainability? Who are these men and how did we …
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Why does night encase emptiness as if we are one? Why does light beyond the edge of darkness tease at attainability?Who are these men? How did I get here? A heroic cowboy, a principled man ironically misplaced, a slave on the run; what do we …
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It’s so hard having escaped the dealer of darkness only to be back in his hold. Death is an illusion, a poem of perfect pretend. The longing to be unafraid. To step one last time beyond the numbness that’s become normal. But even that requires …
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