Crossing the bridge over the river and the rice paddies
Racing against the twilight’s extinction man beats donkey
And the first will one day be the last in the orders of disorder
Night will come to him with swarms of giant bats like flying demons
The incubus will come under the guise of night, a succubus would be too soft
Rivers of conscience flow deep in the meanders of sub-conscience in our sleep
Photo Hugh Ardoin Niamey Dusk and Dust Gallery