Second Stage Turbine Blade

The Gods are calling to me again. Somewhere in that mist that surrounds the subconscious they're beckoning, showing me the shortcomings of life lived as if it's only life, as if it's only lived.

The atom is splitting again. Mushroom clouds gather over naive heads. Somebody is going to hurt someone and everybody knows it. I spin my wedding ring like a penny.

I wonder if it will come up heads or tails.