Lost in the In-Between

The speed of sound serves as the reluctant vassal of communication, Lagging behind the message, Pushing and heaving all that God allots: Never quite enough. We drafted our Bragi in the first round, Overlooking Saga and Freya, For their domain presiding just North or South of the present. Our voices were the logical choice, according to the flawed logic of proud men, To carry out our rule of the present: The age of (wo)Men, Where the Universe nor Deity could interfere; The tense of free-agency. We were wrong. It wasn’t until what the fathers-of-our-fathers’ whispers finally caught up, An echo … Continue reading Lost in the In-Between