Arch woke up wondering where he was. The cold was penetrating every pore of his body. He shivered awake, sitting up quickly, survival driving adrenalin into his system. And he couldn’t see anything except a thick grayness. He looked down…….
It wasn’t my war, Not that stuff going on, Not where it is or where it was.
It’s not my war, Not now and over there, For me it was right here………..
It’s twenty-eight in Ulaan Baatar this day, And it’ll be ten tonight. Mongolia bridge, no bridge at all, Leather tents gone…….
Taconite moving atop the waves, Lackawanna bound with iron ore pellets, Marble sphere strewn heaving decks.Guantanamara plays lost revolution…..
The speed of life, Light moving maximum, Quantum travel, Reality through the mind. The speed of life, Quantum theory, Quantum physics,
Causality’s measure misunderstood……