There is no such thing

As silence

Only

The calm before the storm;

And during

The maybe.

Might have been.

Could be.

Is.

conflagration

You will find

I told you so

While night holds no rest

As a time to prepare

While in the daylight hours

We climb to the tops

Of our hastily built

Lookout towers

To watch for the far off enemy

Who we do not know

Who we have not met

Who may be imagined

But may still attack yet

We must be ready

For all things real

For all things imagined…

We are enslaved to fear,

This is truth