L’appel du vide

L’appel du vide

the call of the void

on the edge of all that is

gazing into a Stygian expanse

in which nothing can be discerned,

or even conceived for

it is not.

The voice calls, oft weak and distant

the destructive half we confine

for fear of its great and terrible

potential.

Even that soul of boundless cheer

faces the edge and thinks

what if?

Homs: a shattered ruin in the snow

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The ruins of Homs, Syria in the winter snow. Courtesy of CBS News correspondent Clarissa Ward.

There are no words. Tonight, hundreds of thousands of refugees will sleep in freezing temperatures, with makeshift housing and very little support- as the countries hosting them would rather they not exist.