LES WICKS
The Covenant God-things reached down & took the water. It rose, abject. The People were shocked at this weak surrender. Where did it end up? Maybe it just sat in the sky & watched the arguments that arise from thirst. Or perhaps there is some new lake plotting life in an unpeopled region.
After all the hankering the god-things gave them fire which rippled & flowed just like their river. They were not satisfied, this wild appetite outran their own. Certain it was not their fault they face the future armed only with incendiaries. Pray, that’s what you do when you can’t do nothing.
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