Terminus: Another Sunday Dusk

[jack_babalon]

Another Terminus Sunday dusk, which is as close to ghost as this town gets. Strolled through Oakland Cemetery amongst the stone angels of Memorial and listened keenly for whatever secrets the silence may have had to offer. I stood on the corner of Auburn and Jackson, sacred ground, beneath the Ebenezer Baptist Church's neon sign looking not for the faith but rather the strength that once boldly drove our city's finest dream. Dabbled in metromancy, as I attempted to divine the future through the interpretation of urban cave art and graffiti sigils. In the twilight shadows of Cabbage Town I wandered aimlessly down the streets, searching for the phantasmal songs of Benjamin Smoke and found instead a gang of feral children playing with bottle rockets on Gaskill. Another Terminus Sunday dusk, spent insulated in solitude and wonder.