New Year Meditations by Bray McDonald
I recall a theory that says time stops at the surface of a Black Hole as light falls into it. I can believe it as I watch the stars disappear on the lake. The silence sits in a theory of its own. An ambiguous and amorphous appendage of hollow-eyed indifference. I know the bolted bones of the body will break down. The vessel that chills … Continue reading New Year Meditations by Bray McDonald