Featured in the 2014 Fall Issue of Rambunctious
Comatose Visions in the Endless Oblivion Colin Howe, '16 Mountains are prettiest in the mist, when locks of the sky Float in on the wind like a long kiss goodbye Obscuring the trees, as fog on a lens And breaking my vision with glass shattering zen I gaze over the edge, and see the divine Hours and miles of unbroken white lines Shadows shift with the gusts, run with the time I swear I see faces brought forth from my mind: I see people and places beyond the knife of description Things in which mortals have no conjuring diction