Conspiracy
Keep silent-- the conspiracy ain’t yet blown. In the bowels of satellites the plot churns and at the appointed tock every cell phone in every purse and every pocket will trumpet together. As in Jericho for Joshua the walls will fall pushing up dust in a blooming plume of praise like mushrooms slowly charging through the leafy rubble of the rain-polished floor. Then chant you your liturgies and holy slogans full-throated, in full sun, with full orchestra; have you your children sing psalms to remember; then run through all resistance right up to the sapphire studded hilt. GLORY! GLORY! GLORY! But as for now keep silence. Mute your devices. If they tremble in your purses or your pockets, take it as a test to prove how calmly you react. Look the other way. Breathe it out. Master the urge to answer until…
Peter Bisson
Posted at 22:42h, 10 SeptemberThank you Greg!