She held me and searched my body for a tattoo
And found one.
It sits on my right hip
Age Quad Agis.
She laughed and ran her fingers over the words.
“What does it mean?” she asks.
“It’s Latin,” I answer. “It means, what you do, do well.”
She looked at me, listening to what I said, listened still
After I had finished speaking.
The wind blew the curtain back and we could see down into the city.
There is something changing out in the streets
The world is moving toward something new
A world where every phone sings the same warning
To twelve million at once
Where every eye is fixed on the end result
Where incompetent and mad Caesars strive to rule the world
Where Augustus and Lincoln have died, and we wait for another great person
But what wars, what insanity must we live…
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