In These Times

Missile Named Peacekeeper

Do you remember when our language first began to lie?

You are being breathed by the very lungs of transmutation.

What happens when you press the pause button on your knee-jerk moment and just STOP?

You were made for these times.

“A cock crowed. Shrill and clear – reckoning nothing of wizardry or war – only the morning … far above the shadows of death …”

“What we call the beginning is often the end”