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AUTHOR’S INTRODUCTION

Is this hell or heaven? Or is that the wrong question entirely?

You were laid under, elsewhere. Some have broken back and bank to find the remains but they miss the glorious, garish point: the haunt of you, the same sky.

This is hypothetical. I never leave where I always was. This is the place, after all. Never trek, seek, dig. No gold, the bones of you. If I had, I’d have gone for the skull.

This is also visceral. And here they come. In waves, in heaves, in rippled stone. Let’s get this over with. There’s work to do.

Between land and sky, in the liminal, a figure. Vague, hovering between forms: it drops, incarnate.

Into the rancorous red.