September will be waist-deep in restoration. The rain today was evidence of that. Thunder for the deaf ears. Lightening to whip the rigid spines. Eventually it will break the water's surface. It will separate souls from the atoms it inhabits. Pick up the rock, watch the ants scatter The other half of the bible has been found. I've seen it, there are no questions left. Love is coming. To the influence, I give permission. Though this heart is nothing more than a fist of lifeless gray matter, a rhythm of agony continues to barrel through the pathways in my body. Atoms and assumptions packed into a sack of brown fabric, I lie awake into the late hours, hoping that we've been praying for the same paradise.