Fourth Person Singular
Fourth Person Singular "And he is the mad eye of the fourth person singular of which nobody speaks and he is the voice of the fourth person singular in which nobody speaks and which yet exists with a long head and a foolscap face and the long mad hair of death of which nobody speaks And he speaks of himself and he speaks of the dead..." Lawrence Ferlinghetti "HE" Every night since I was seven years old he's swooped down at me out of the darkness of sleep: a pale, skeletal boy with thin arms thrust out like wings, eyes like white domes in black craters, mouth open as he screams acceleration. His name is Wren. * * * It's been over 30 years and the images haven't even begun to fade. Maybe writing it down will help exorcise my ghosts. * * *