Lanes of sky slag between telephone lines. br br Broken roads burning off the day's br lingering heat. br br Clouds, dishes of smoke, br unveiling the pieces br of shriveled blue atmosphere br above the blind plains. br br The wind blew through br the rain-warped farmhouses br like an unexpected visitor br awaited for many grey centuries. br br A last offering of light br before extinguishing itself br to the bleak promise of sleep. br br Night deepening its hue br in its hollow wake, br holding the hours of a moon br turning on its crooked hinge br of stars distanced by years... br br The beginning of a voice strung br through endless wire...