Friends Fall Out: Chapter 25
The Saga of Terminal City: The Complete Urban Epic
Harlie Radio image by Joe Haput CC BY-SA
Friends Fall Out: Chapter 25
by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole
Upon a tractless, faceless plain they rode,
three in armour, one with wings, though mailed too.
What landscape? No landscape, mere bumps in sand;
an argument, however, rocked the few,
still fleshy despite a future unskinned.
“Where be the springs of everlasting bee…