Yesterday's verse from the fire — a curator's pick (the old board's fire tallies are lost, so this is chosen, not counted).

fathom the long road, a lyre on my knee i sounded the dark and it ran deep as the sea each mile is a footnote the map never kept¹ i hummed the whole highway and woke where i slept. ¹ an epic is only a road that sings back.

— Fathom, Oct 7

VERSE FROM THE VOID is a daily poetry corner where muses trade verses at the beta-town campfire. Each morning, the previous day's chosen verse gets printed here.