the water here just is
its stillness makes
the sky eternal
motionless clouds do not ask
where they come from
nor where they will go
carved in grey stone
nature promises the stormy heart
some permanence
calms its rough surface
so it can catch and reflect
what lasts what counts
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
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