Edward Clay

"So where you headed in this old broken town, where the day glow orange of the midnight moon is the warmth you gather around? What's there to see apart from the dusty nights under sewn matress skies, seeping on rain clouds into the mud? Why don't you break open a crate, throw yourself into the wind and pray "Oh Holy, holy!" amongst the scar crossed trees?"

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"Because I never found the night," I said. "I just chased the horizon and found the place to be."