Septembers
The lights are projections on slate-gray screens A sneak preview of a nuclear winter The orange seeps in like rusty water A sneak peek at a burning eternity Every moment is a tiny apocalypse The world is ending for somebody…
The lights are projections on slate-gray screens A sneak preview of a nuclear winter The orange seeps in like rusty water A sneak peek at a burning eternity Every moment is a tiny apocalypse The world is ending for somebody…
The first word they invented was for the fire that forged them. I suppose we would translate it as ‘mother’. The second word they invented was for the water that submerged and cooled them, that allowed them to take a…