You feel the trigger twitch in determination even though
it’s still a long way from completing the cycle. In a world
divided by death and reluctance the dichotomy of
commitment is final.
“How old is your soul?” the armadillo quietly asks
the hawk hunting in downward spirals.
“Old enough to have tested
the emptiness of
desperation,” he woefully answers. “Vital enough to resist
the consequences of change.”
R. M. Dolin, 2015
