I don’t think the vaccine is very useful.
Because the sun stands still in my heart.
Maybe when the sun moves on and I must follow the light, and jump the shadows
and pick up the dead;
and in the last fever of sunset chase my enemy side by side with my savior—the Christ.
Maybe then will the vaccine become something to me.
Who knows? Who can see in the twilight?
But for now the sun stands still.
The day continues on and on. Shining it’s eternal noon. And the shadows are shrunk.
And I and my army have all the time in the universe.
And I and my army are victorious.