7 City Gates

<p>This... a work that wrote itself. A travel journal of poetry written before hitting the road over a period of years. Mostly the one before year 0. A time travel journal.</p><p> </p><p>Empires fall. Cities burn. </p><p> </p><p>Not a why but a what. Not a what but a how? What it isn't -- seduction romance erotica biochemistry. But all those things. More like a hunger for lightning a thirst for rain and the soul's buried yearning for the sacred.</p>