DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
Sometimes, even for Deimos, the silence became too much. Watching as others filed in, and then the discussion of naught, the General leaned back in his chair, biding time. It seemed none of them really wanted to take the first notation – whether by longing to hear another chime in and echo, or pondering over further foundations, the Sword found himself willing and able to take the initial plunge – simply so something could begin. Glancing at Noah, and then flickering his piercing gaze to the other assembled masses, he uttered the rumbling intonations. “What are our thoughts on how to trigger the mechanism?” A button? A switch? “And who should be the ones activating it?”
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I