"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 somewhereHidden perhaps in a ball of dustBlowing through the desert nightAn unidentified objectSpecies unknownOr inside the vast ballroomof a forgotten mansionconcealed in the ashes of the pastthat blow across the marble floorsOr maybe underneathThe blanket of dead leavesThat cover the groundof a forbidden forestOr even flashing between the framesOf a banned moviePlaying in a dank basement theatreAmongst the sin of a lawless city..."