The Daily Sentence

I walk atop the mountain, over the valley, under the cloud; I see the mouth of the cave which leads deep into the mountain; I have a vision upon the high solitary path of stone—flesh lies within the cave, warm, a nexus, unseen danger, the smell of spores and of opium and of putrefaction; beautiful green eyes which ensorcell with longing and with hopelessness. -Aaron DeWeese