12-1
“Like the knife,” she said
Sharper sight for Darker light
She can spell it out for me
Just when I thought the violence was over
Just when the tools arrive
Just when the fog fled the jungle
a box of hammers for your yet-to-be-broken smile
Time comes
what was written comes real
relentless
as water
the Machina Construction has begun
The Spirit Ice
Still Is
The Return of Our
Original Hero
the only one without any obligation to any moon
GLOWSTICK MACHINERY
WET WEAPONRY
call up the stream
and make
through the streets stomping
chemical Killer
color Reactants
cause Effects
screaming Metal and green Glow
I haven’t even met the enemy
I hope I don’t build him.
Assuming the fight is real at all
But no one will make it through
without us
and no one can afford the cost
if we never
TRY