The survivors have definitive proof
those lost in the battle shall
forever be indistinct and
at the edge of abstraction
The living ones, who have shown their
measure and gripped the sides of
reality with whitened knuckles,
iron in their eyes and copper
in the blood, have known evil
and run one step quicker
The triumphant ones have clenched
their teeth and allowed what
can't be saved to slide from
the decks and be swallowed
by the deep, killing yesterdays
to feed the hungry mouth of
The pictures we have seen in
the mirror, hollow eyed and
uncertain, wan as sleep eludes
us again into the heart of the
night, snapshots of our own
battle of attrition, our empty
hands in the wash basin scrubbed
once too often but still feeling
sticky with the substance
of abstract folk we have lost
upon the road.
Would that this skin this frail armor atop the husk of slow departure - Would that it held against the teeth of night's maw a...
Prove this with your science, Hercules, you with your trials and madness, soaked in the blood of the vanquished. Prove this with your scien...
What tears away like insect wings inside the whirlwind and peels like lead between the cylinder and the forcing cone as the pow...
The density of objects activations in space voids within them as they spin, a thousand invisible quanta things only made real b...