What we’ve spelled correctly and incorrectly in the spelling bee of our intentions. What we’ve broken our bones working for. What we’ve broken our hearts loving and living for. What incurs our wrath, what mirrors our highest light. What we’ve taken apart like a puzzle in the dark and couldn’t put back together again. What guns will look like in a hundred years. What human goodness will look like in a hundred years. What Shakespeare would’ve said about today’s to-bleed or not-to-bleed world. What the kiss whispered to the fist in the after-hours bar of the soul.