Classical Entry

It takes billions of years 
for ancient light to reach us and 
rescue the trapped darkness. 

You can hunt among rocks 
in the palisades, behind 
the ramparts. 

There was an apocalypse. 

Stem cells were ready 
to repair the myelin― 
searching ancestry. 

It was a tense stand-off 
between the headstone and a living dead. 

Cannot repay the debt of blue 
Sky, sending us 
the warnings of catastrophy.