The Last True Enchanter — Elan Mudrow

On nights like these, I’m a-sounding like the sublime Notes that fly. The inner voices to the outer ear One with all energies around me Including the audience’s reaction To my flight, we are together Inside our own jet stream Then, silence. The smell Of abandoned alcohol and A stale lover’s quarrel swell I get […]

via The Last True Enchanter — Elan Mudrow

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