How Easy It Is, Treachery. You Just

The Scroll Is Coming Back (twitter Is A Scroll.)

Poetry Is Where The Language Is Renewed.

Tell What Is Yours To Tell. Let Others Tell What Is Theirs.

If All Fossil Fuel Were To Go Poof! Tomorrow, The Result Would Be A Cataclysmic Social Upheaval, With Food Riots, Warlords, Shutdowns, Breakdown Of Social Order, Water Shortages, And Outbreaks Of Bloodshed And Disease.

But My Dreaming Self Refuses To Be Consoled. It Continues To Wander, Aimless, Homeless, Alone. It Cannot Be Convinced Of Its Safety By Any Evidence Drawn From My Waking Life.