Monday, January 31, 2011

1/31/11

Posted by E.S. Wynn at 12:00 AM

Cycling Souls
By K. Barnes


The towers which rise and spire from the surface of that distant moon are alive with the electric hush of minds caught and cycled through. Ascendency comes, but only to those who move beyond the cycling. Clothing worn and reworn over and over again never brightens, never becomes new, only fades further and further.


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Lord Barnes is alive and well in the hearts of literati everywhere.

 

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