Peter Albrechtsen

He Had Walked Long Through the Darkness with Gangrene in His Feet

He Found a Little Cave and Sat Down in the Shelter to Die

They Shared the Truth Between Them

Enormous Worlds Appear from the Details

In Diminishing Moonlight

Flailing Our Arms in the Dark, I See Nothing

A Rock is Turned Over

Watch Where You Step

A Sort of Fractal