There is still time to live, time to love. Dance, dream beyond the vast beast-drone of nowhere good. Raise voices, raise consciousness to serve as wise bombs during these ongoing wars: wars of the spirit, wars on the battlefields, wars in once safe spaces. Machine minds will continue their corrosive turnings of cruelty. Thuggish politicians will continue to pummel at our resolve. Still, our hearts won’t become brass knuckles. Our tongues won’t be forged into coffin nails. No time to slip into defeat and amnesia. No time to lay heads down on tombstone pillows.