There's an end to my road,just beyond a turn,blind but knownto no one but me,with a drop to the rightwhich leans my carriagetoward wooded darkenedwith all threateningfear of an imaginationgreater than my own,greater than a lifetime'shorrors dancing aliv…  | James Callahan May 27 | There's an end to my road,
just beyond a turn,
blind but known
to no one but me,
with a drop to the right
which leans my carriage
toward wooded darkened
with all threatening
fear of an imagination
greater than my own,
greater than a lifetime's
horrors dancing alive
in its own shade,
it will succumb to only
my stupidly naive wish
to find revelation
instead of mystery in
all manner of suffering
before I reach the end
of my road, just beyond a
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