Phantom of Remains The light we lost fades into oblivion. Slips beyond reach, swallowed by A wasteland of abandoned hope. Lies unburied, in silence, are louder than, grief: should we not have known this? By now? In twilight’s enigma in murky waters, flows from here to there; father from God. With a hidden conflict, smoldering in obsession, blooms like a dark rose, a catacomb of the unsealed burrows. Its thorns are scraping the marrow of being in...