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Discovery of Fire by ~Sigma-Echo-Seven

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Built to detonate. Anticipated, given every courtesy and then dropped from 600 meters. Prophesized, too: and He said “Next time it won’t be a flood.”
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Off in the distance they watched it bloom: the pillar of smoke the sidewalk priests promised would guide their 40-year march. It branched up through the sky like a great ash tree, the tendrils at its base constricting around the city’s heart. Whether lions or sheep, it did not matter. All were immolated. For a few thundering seconds the omnipresent roar came crashing from the superstructure’s throat, then slowly faded to the noise of a single bomber engine flying away.
Can you imagine the resources consumed in the fires that produced such a weapon? The years, the money, the genius, the formulas, the questions, the camaraderie, the disillusionment that must have followed after? It must have been maddening, knowing all that scientific progress would only flicker on their heads for a few secAnti-flash White by ~Sigma-Echo-Seven

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Sculptor by ~Sigma-Echo-Seven

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Here, I’ll describe it for you:
It’s deep winter and you’re lost. The sky is ruptured overhead. The myth of progress stains you. The muted road is all that’s left (you’ve no choice but to take it). Almost solemn, but not enough to make you turn back; it’s at once an anomaly and a godsend. The indents in this bleach-white wasteland propel you further, deeper towards that howling rift. You cannot see (it doesn’t matter); the whole of it is frozen and that should be enough. But it’s not enough, is it? You still hold that question (that unanswered) inside you, close to the skin, in the vain hope you might get some reward. Too stubborn to let go, and so you drag it with you onward.
Shivering and penitent you march. No way to tell if it’s morning or night or months ago or closer than you wanted. More questions considered, though not nearly so heavy. You should have dropped it when you had the chance; left it in the snow oSnowblind by ~Sigma-Echo-Seven

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by ~Sigma-Echo-Seven, May 1, 2012, 3:10:52 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Light

Softly falling light
The worst kind of honesty
Pure, objective, raw
Neutral, if only because it's looking back
Remembering for the sake of itself
With the perfect clarity of ragged eyes
Refusing sleep for far too long
Like a typo that gets left in because it works
Or a motion repeated because the muscles know the script
Or a rain that caresses the skin yet excites nothing
Hollow and truthful
It just is
It's enough to inspire hatred
Almost enough to elicit a cry,
But not quite
Because you know it can't listen
Wouldn't hear you
Couldn't appreciate--
Couldn't savor it
Like the fall of Carthage in a single day
Or the final chorus of a good song
Or the world breaking apart to a single flute
Lilting, apathetic, content.