I wonder what our dust will show will they, the after, will they know? or does boldness begin the prevalent sin in thinking we might go on eternal. I wonder of doom, demise, our overprescribed end times- the faulty wired words of those who prophesized- of death and the damned phrase ‘not ready yet’ and the desire for rewritten endings. I wonder whether asunder is the way this species sets to stay- if to tear apart thine neighbor is standard operating behavior, and saviors are but the lore of lonely folk, the like that think themselves greater, (narrator), who think up, up, and away- and not today, maybe, later. I wonder, if the lies believed, be passed on, if the truth, when seized, does its vanishing come immediate? or is it but the reveal, of the empty you would come to steal? I wonder of optimistic folly and the truly human calling- fantasy, or fanaticism- both seeming far, yet, the cost and product of overactive imagination.