There’s a tear in the curtain over there, you see it gaping and gawping at you so brazenly. There’s a tear in the curtain, should we peek through tattered fabric and find what may be found beyond?

No Poem Is the Only Poem. No Story Is the Only Story. No Kings.
There’s a tear in the curtain over there, you see it gaping and gawping at you so brazenly. There’s a tear in the curtain, should we peek through tattered fabric and find what may be found beyond?