…Moonie calls the Sun,
and leaves a message…
"Stark. That is how the Day looks Now; Like Sun -shine, when you leave the cave; Like 5G towers, strung across the Plains; Like Seashells in the Desert-scape. Premonition. It is stark, Here, in the tipping place, wHere 'have been' and 'not yet' stay on their respective pages- like an opened book, with leaves missing from the melding phase wHere frog -people boil, slowly, because no one wants to notice the change in temperature."