Cole needed every bit for courage.

Cole, shaking, couldn't lose the smell.

Beneath starlight Cole accelerated past haunts.

Three children. Orphans. Two slept outside.

In a moment of final resort…

Struggle. Revolution. Struggle. Constitution. Struggle. Institution.

Calmly, he detonated. Bright. White. Light.

Rainfall. Her sandal down the street.

Lost: Empty notebook. Lead pencil found.

Sirens. Blaring. God's son shuffles in.