How they thrust order into that world of theirs with lines slicing away along courses no river ever followed
Someday others will come from afar dusting, probing picking at those lines revealing how a people once moved ahead always ahead with the precision of a troupe of night crawlers slicked out on pavement after a summer rain.
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Reviews of "Under The Ashes"
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on August 31, 2003
Seems like a 'night crawlin' mode, doesn't it. Cute poem.
“The year is 2011 and Samuel Elmsmore is adrift in the universe. After a series of breakdowns he awakens as a virtual prisoner in a hostel for the mentally ill. He’s estranged from his family and friends, and is jobless after an unfortunate incident