Hold the hand against the side
of the rock and dream
of the tales before
your frantic need.
Fill the cup with desire
embedded in these cuts
and grooves and weep
for the family gone before.
Imagine the filling of the gill,
steel the eye as does the crow
with the furious blackened wing
and see the darkening sun.
This ancient granite looms large
enough to still the world and send
the future spiralling beyond the end
of some future dull horizon.
Our time is ending and soon.
A place of endless wonder without dragons. The home of the dodgy dialectic. A sanctuary for the frustrated and the terminally curious. Where debate meets damnation and humour lurks to surprise the unwary. From critical acclaim to diatribe. Don't be scared - come along for the ride.