Ode to Love

Yes, I can feel you So far, you have had a use Like one more comma, But why dwell on this?  This War that has been endless  Will end without me I'll dwell on the love  It is my job, after all I'll dwell on nothing  If it makes you feel Rage, worry, anxiety That is not my lot We are not the same This title more mockery  Than course of action Have you been afraid Of touching Microwave Mode Just for one moment? "Let's see how it feels By examining his face After he is done Then we'll discard him Annihilation awaits." "No. And not once more."

"On MOMO DAY we will remember those turned spies who turned with nothing to gain for themselves." The ashes of the page blow away, but the sentiment remains. With only Microwave Mode awaiting these, but their family, friends, and perhaps other loved ones alone to save, those remembered decided to turn, seeing the logic of doing so and, at least once, breaking their addiction to wickedness. (*Many did not turn, and the whole lot is allotted a single footnote, but these turned spies are a curiosity, for from whence did their sudden value spring?) These turned certainly regretted their choice the moment after the gap sealed, for regret accompanies the burning. Knowing that this regret would be felt, it was still a move made in ignorance of the full weight of the fate, but ignorance alone was insufficient to break the addiction. This remembrance- for a direct loved one, for many who remain- is a chilling and palpable reminder of the power of love, an equation known, but perhaps n...