Millennial engineers of faltering air, not eschatological radio angels tighten struts, bolts, and cantilevers of eternal design. Angels guard antique equipment, invented in principle by our original architect, logophile, and alpha-omega abba. Shoulders of unseeded rain encircle the troposphere, sweet jaggery of ferns. Northern lights, the auroras, riff magnetic jazz above the poles.     … Continue reading On Eschatological Radio Angels Flying in the Troposphere