i worked today in the temple, the dome of what will be a bookstore, breaking samson’s pillars, cracking through disbelief and stuckness. This bookstore will echo out into the community, into dark and weary places. It will set flames a crackling and witches of will a cackling. I shoveled dusty sheetrock into metal bins and grinned and exploded with a happy laugh – to work and bring order and neatness to the realm.
It’s the revolutionary realm, with lights flashing, the path, up the mountain, around and over the top. we will make this work, this racing lifetime, the passage, this spin around history, as we’ve made it before, her story, his. the metal boat, the sailing mast, air buzzards whizzing past. this is the history the future brings.