- Vol. 10
- Chapter 01
Here. Take it. It is all you have to go on.
I do not remember if this is the first or last.
The air is thick enough to walk on.
From here I can see what’s coming.
I could make you happy, cover your eyes
with tiny hands that smell of candy floss
—but what good would that do?
I have premonitions too high-pitched for you to hear.
I stand over your city with my head
that is too big even for my head.
I oscillate in the heat haze
over fading power stations.
I come and go, my Doppler selves,
in the guise of ambulances, fire engines, fighter jets.
I am as colourless as what must happen.
I am not the messenger. I do not flinch.
I do not always knock twice.
Everything is not rosy.