What makes me wonder?
How, in peering deep into Deep Time, we tiptoe
on the wings of escaped light, into the heart of ancient violence.
How, through the past prism of present heat, we peer into promised pain;
for it is said that we are forged in a crucible of the highest temperature.
Thus begotten, so we beget; on and on, besotted; married to living death.
The history of the future of violence: That is what makes me wonder
