The clifftop graves shall settle like a clan
as grand exhilarations probe beneath.
The makers move discrete from their creation:
the wave shall crash, the air shall not be still.
-Alan Gould, ‘West of Lorne’
The clifftop graves shall settle like a clan
as grand exhilarations probe beneath.
The makers move discrete from their creation:
the wave shall crash, the air shall not be still.
-Alan Gould, ‘West of Lorne’