You have every reason to be afraid. The giants are coming and they’ve already taken Japan. They only want a fraction of the love birth promised. They will pick you up, hug your glass frame until you run down their torsos, over the mountains of their knees, until you slip beneath their feet becoming their coagulated path towards impossible peace. Some have found god in this destruction, hiding in the spidered basements of blind hope, shaking with dread and mumbling feeble optimism among the stench of dust and his piss.
You are stronger than that.
Within you is a being of iron and fire,
something boiling and ready to froth
from your form. With you, Indiana
and the universe can transcend
the coming light.
