Tinnitus He stands still, miles above me. Still like the walls of untoppled buildings fragile but erect after the quake; dignity undignified; and looks to the moon. Others are Reading The Fog Journey of a Thousands Steps: Four to Ten (My Fall from Favor) Posted by john in Prose Tweet People Who Read This Also Read: The story goes… The Misadventures of Curious Casey and Tricky Tina FLARE on GOD 16 Blessed, This Love Leave a Reply Cancel replyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment * Name * Email * Website Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. Prove You\'re Human * 9 − = eight