Haunted Dimensions… Day 7

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It was in the crepuscule, dimmest wedge of Nox’s immense canvas where death preceded life. Every moment, spindled memories bond to dodecahedron cabochons. Each inscribed with indelible lines of centuries braved inside the protraction of time. 

Uncharted, run through time shrouds of

Cascading like snow
on Kilimanjaro,
swallowing thin air
like climbers,
walking more slowly.

poem and snippet from the poetry collection

by: Roman Newell

Graphic Composition:
by: Darlene Carroll

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