Bowing to the vodka god,I lived like a pleasureseeking missile, propelledtoward all things ME.Empty as a carcass.Hungry as a desert.I didn't see thestrawberry moon ofsummer.It was me and theFerryman, until theriver ran dry.Eternal winter forthe soul.And thenA revolution in...

evokimg the rite I summons my energywafting on the winds daydreamingsulking in the shade wishing for brighter daysthe shadows collect pooling at my feetdisaster of faith my heart isn't in itbestow upon my tongue the words to free melanguishing...