It is early enough to listen to Callas – to her sultry breast breath, to the voice of her expressive and seductive heart suggesting no hesitation.
Hail the violin of early morning and the vestigial remorse from a night just past. Do not hurry, be unafraid, polish your pistol and go and meet your enemy.
Let yourself complicate simple things and construct insults from comments and prepare your nerves to pace 20 steps across the frozen and guilty grass.
Go, and aim and be aimed at, like an animal too busy with pride to realize that friends are the first to be forgiven, for their failures and inconsistencies.
All by the snake river prairie, near the the tree of impatiences, under a moon that lingers from the curiosity that all witnesses display for contradictions.