The women ran
screaming like
goats, but he
was warned
by the flash
on the ceiling
when they opened
their car doors.

Their feet were
heavy on the
flat stones.

Glass smashed
dangerously inward.

He thought, "I think,
therefore..." he ran.

Above the city,
universes sparkled
in the cold, black air.

Crouching in a
red shadow, he
remembered thinking.

03/08/2008