Scarlet Season

I can make a delightful thought appear upon the liquid crystalline dispaly. I can make a woman cry and I can make an enemy bloody; I can make a place. I can make a holy place in the dirt, a place rimmed with autumn's cornshucks and cold failures. And in this meager courtyard, upon this altar I will plant a tree, a remnant of what good there was. May it furnish us fruit for eternity.