Broken run. Dark alley gauntlet. Blood. Leaping garbage pails. There were sirens, blue-red flashing lights, and a whistle that bleated. Out of breath, body trembling, down Rio Grande Street, past the wog market, clamoring cars, another black alley. Down one block,...
dARKNESS AND nOTHING eLSE. sILENCE AND nOTHING mORE Just scraps of atoms, an intercourse of infrastructure Just a gravitational momentum damming up like driftwood in a stream, but no stream and no drift or Perhaps an immense heat brought on by the atoms collisions a...
And so it is written! A prophecy so told as states an oracle that beyond our sense of reckoning a universe flourished in the evolution of both mind and soul; opposed to that a universe bent on ambition. In this telling, the universe of avarice sped ahead in the time...
