Let our gentle paths,
Guide us unto salvation.
Demanding Pacifism;
Of ourselves.
Of others.
In hopes of gentler tomorrows.
Ones we’ve never had.
Never even seen.
Luck?
Probability is mappable.
Chaos Theory;
A la Three Body Problems.
Clench my teeth,
Grit fists with gravel,
Walk Forwards,
Eternal.
Walk Forwards, Eternal.
