“Look at the birds of the air, they neither sew nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your Heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they.”
There’s a light peering in. I took a key to her neck, to mine. Nuked illusions, pouring Black Death into the water. A stark warning to those who occupy my land Gaza, Gaza don’t you cry Palestine will never die. One rock, a salvo of F-116’s. She’s making solar asylums in her backyard, not like she got it. Everything, I gave her everything. I said, “Sell all your things and follow me.” Babylon is falling. Alas Babylon, Jerusalem, you who pray with matter. Golden calves, night vision green. These days are short I told her, the bird’s eggs are weak. Every silent spring that passes with the flow of time is another degree or two up the thermometer. So she runs to Greece, Iowa, and “Preps.” I asked for a hug, gave her Technics and Time, The Ister. Prayed she’d get it. I’m here, she’s a lost cause. He said a bird flew into the window in a group home he was in. Resurrected the bird, bird’s better. There still DDT to contend with. Armageddon let it come, I want to climb it. Why was he Geronimo to Seal Team 6? Arsenic rice, mercury water. Gold.