Blackout #187

Here we go at five o'clock in the morning. -Kel Dayheart

Blackout #186

We alone survived? -Kel Dayheart

All in the same ivory tower. -Kel Dayheart

A thought, undared. -Kel Dayheart

Reality an act. -Kel Dayheart

This is not the way that she remembered it. -Kel Dayheart

Poetry is a small wonder -Kel Dayheart

Knowledge about realty lost in propaganda -Kel Dayheart

Sadly the future is shifting. -Kel Dayheart

She found entire pages strewn across a field, lost. -Kel Dayheart