It will kill the fever. Trains and trees, the postman, the farmer, into space peaceful forever. There are many other galaxies and insects that live together. Planets in miniature. The minor bodies inside the sun. Red giants inside a globular cluster. Nobody really knows these planets. They are dangerous too. And now moons break into tiny pieces. The smell of the violets. The shape of the violence. The wheels of the riots. The membranes are thick, they hold you in wonder as you live off one another.
