The time is at hand.

 

masses stir throughout the land

 

hallowed angels revisit us from the past

 

visions of tears and soiled children play

 

across our collective souls

 

with a fragrance that quiets the mind.

 

 

Runners all

 

movement becomes us lightly

 

silently

 

fading against oblique mentions of time

 

there is fire

 

fire on the mountain.