Folded Thought of the Day:


The engagement has taken hold.  Can you feel it?  Who can say 
how long its been waiting in the wings... for the big moment 
to scream across the sky.  Don't take this one lightly.  And 
don't write it off to nostalgic assimilation.

Lying in bed as the hour strikes.  Making invisible waves 
through the black darkness... all light gone over to the 
cause.  The hour of arrival, of bitter retribution and 
merciless redemption.  We knew it was coming, as that big 
clock hand kept creeping, casting its ever-deepening shadow, 
reflecting the burning sun... sinking on the horizon.

Picking up hidden frequencies on the ol' radio.  War reports 
delivered in code.  Between the lines.  Being broadcast from 
across town, or next door or from the distant past -- sounds 
propagating across time, floating beyond our reach, just 
waiting for this moment to get picked up, to rest on your 
dial... as you gently feel your way across the numbers, 
tuning in.

Casting new light on that distant thunder.  Always seems to 
kick in about this time of night.  A little too regular to 
be comfortable.  And that sky wasn't looking too cloudy on 
your way home.  Pulling those covers tight and closing your 
eyes.  To find your way to dream lands.  As the white angel 
hovers over... whispering to your memories.

A piano playing in a back parlor.  A sweet war-years tune, 
declaring the peace that permeates through the rooms.  Where 
are you?  And who do these sad, tired faces and hidden 
eyes belong to?  At tables, behind the times, with hands 
shaking off current events.  These are the victors, the broken 
heroes, spending their spoils to relieve the burned images.  

Looking forward and understanding just what has been won.  
And what's been lost.  And what lies beyond the face.  

How did we actually think this was going to turn out?

Back in the alley.  They're recruiting at the Salvation 
Army.  Looking for some of that mettle so prevalent in 
the old days.  Hesitating for a moment on the beaten 
survivor.  Gee, what brings you here?  But there was 
probably nowhere else to end up.  

What's that sound?  In your ear.. in the air.. falling 
from the sky?  Marking the hour.  

Declaring your engagement.


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