Tell me,What it is like, on the other side…where the stream of consciousnessceases to flow and silence ensueswhere thoughts of shared joy andsorrow, song and verse,are carefully tucked awayin memoryburying it all in a sandy heap,where ‘nothing’ reigns andeverything is forgotten,And Youinto ‘The Fading Sun’ you disappearleaving behind a trail ofblank-verse, whispering…‘I Don’t Know Why … Continue reading