You recall
the thin bark of stones
hitting you. You recall
silence at night.
You recall the transparent sneers
of the willing, how like sheep
you thought they seemed.
It is all happening
again, you know it is,
only it will be far more,
far more of the same.
Well,
it’s going to get
colder. There will be
more stones and sneers.
More sheep.
More wolves.
Bundle up.
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onward,
T
Dark Matter 