This is the edge of the blade. The winter ghost and the visions of the land of Nod. As you sleep you accrue ascents to the highest frames of existence. This is the poetic response deeply kneeling in the marsh of a welcome accolade....
David Pulse - The Eighth Valkyrie of the morning
The Eighth Valkyrie of the morning
David Pulse
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This is the edge of the blade. The winter ghost and the visions of the land of Nod. As you sleep you accrue ascents to the highest frames of existence. This is the poetic response deeply kneeling in the marsh of a welcome accolade.