DevilRoz

It is glorious in its complex simplicity, this island in the dreamscape. Its capacity is more than any island that is outside the dreamscape. There is nothing that can stand beside its glorious self. The tenacity of the average explorer is nothing to this island's instability, making it impossible for it to be defined. Confide, I will, this story to myself. With others around me, this will be an aside. The gulls at night Fly over a quiet island The sun at morning Gives light to the Farmer Two stories in one With carcasses Littering the shore When the tide goes away The moons shine down brightly. There are four in all. They ar