an open glade; allow the ghosts of time to invade your circle of its sky. Buildings hedge you round like sentinels. Nurtured and anonymous; you’re almost safe. And after dark, there is no darkness here. The diamond lights itself internally. Dreams and shadows put on a show. You walk a broad way among mortal stars so close you might almost think them real. Diamonds are facetious. They are carbon like all of us. See the place where black dust fell: a reverberating avalanche at the stone heart of her flaws. A canker at the Apple’s core. Consumed. Consummated. Never imagined you would love her so. Gyroscope Review 8 !