Written by A.R. Salandy
Art by Fabio Tsu

Eastern roads carve arid lands
With smooth edges
That guide quiet its descent
Into the depths of a tan abyss.

Here, tumbleweeds
Sway like sands feeble
And parched earth beckons
Lost souls to give their worn hearts

To rivers dry and barren;
For this is the abyss,
On the precipice of the material,
Where bronzed mountains

Look on travelers bewitched
Who feed its otherworldly fancies,
Much like the sweet pears
That grow scarce in this abyss.

As a wandering eternity grows parched
And marred by futile speculation,
Much like our tawdry lives
Lived with worry and hopeful for salvation.