Radiologists, Not drone doctors staring at Computer screens, but Antibodies. We’ve Been shrunk, and are conducting Diagnostics so Your exo-suit can Get back in the
Think of a room with No center, only corners. Anonymous space; Corridors endless, Everything angled. Airplane Terminal. Here is Where I’ve spent the last Four
When I die, I pray It will be after I stow My luggage in my Private cabin, the Locomotive departs; I Slip into a dream.
He always wanted Something worth dying for. But He was alive, in Spite of himself. He Wondered if the French Foreign Legion would take him.
I went down to the Other side, waiting by the Water. Voices in My head had told me To watch for a bird. Sometimes Doubt
Give me that rope, I’m Making a whip; there’s work to Be done. My Dad’s house. Wake the young lion. Tell him to get to