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"I fear for us all as we stand on the threshold now..."

A collection of Malone's long awaited and much doubted to exist poetry. From the epic to the obscure, the experimental to the traditional...

"They'll find you somewhere
Hidden perhaps in a ball of dust
Blowing through the desert night
An unidentified object
Species unknown

Or inside the vast ballroom
of a forgotten mansion
concealed in the ashes of the past
that blow across the marble floors

Or maybe underneath
The blanket of dead leaves
That cover the ground
of a forbidden forest

Or even flashing between the frames
Of a banned movie
Playing in a dank basement theatre
Amongst the sin of a lawless city..."