I can’t remember where I was when time stopped; it was a “bigly” moment though… In my head, someone was singing and I began crawling; I know this… It was more of a nervous humming; as I recall… A clock’s alarm was going off; except that it was a gong sound; this is true… Where is everyone? The page is blank; I am all alone… I begin to suck my thumb and rock; no lies here… A cannonball splash is repeatedly heard; I begin counting… There may be gun shots, however; who is there to admit to it? … My index finger begins pointing everywhere; not at me… A fine mist creeps over my vision; fade to orange-black…
Weeping is all around me; where is it coming from?; no one to admit to it… Is this a dream or something much worse; I fear this and rightly so… Have all the souls left; who/what is still here? … Certainly, I can’t be the last to find themselves sad; it may be so…
Waiting, I hear some lyrical notes now and a speech and a scream for a last call to sanity: Try not to follow the hypnotic leaders of the new proselytizers walking a path of fire – to halt time permanently…
—Carol Logan-Feikls