The broadcast has begun, and I lost my phone.
The t.v. is off. & the Cars are home.
No refuge is taken though sirens blare through the morning mist calling us to wake from our slumber.
I rise but see no man.
The broadcast has begun, and the radio’s off.
The churches are full, but the people scoff.
Is it my trembling or the earth that mutes my mirth
causing me to stay alert….
A catalyst is coming and no one knows.