Terrestrial Journals V

Sometimes I return unto the old neighborhood To take a stroll down recollections lane.... Silver mesh thousand foot tall cyclone fences Capped in razors edge; finding the windows That they longingly peered through as within These shackles they bled; amid the blindness Of their eyes in this beatitudes story Told, once upon a threshfuls time; polarized By the Northern Star; where Angels sing.... ****************************************** ....“Terrestrial Journals” *