Theomakhía

/You unspool your mind. Reach out. Cast your chronoreceptors—you don't have those, why don't you have those?—back. You want answers. You seize a fistful of dust from the wind./ I AM. we = are .we a|re nine S P A N N I N G S P A C E T I M E I P E R C E I V E my hated brethren + my beloved foes Our bodies…