Portents

the clock within wound tight tight tigher even than the intestines wound tight around the branches that grew starkcoldnaked from that unhallowed ground into my hands ground down grinding always and I can feel within me that red red light shining striking ten, now one, down into my blood

a second heartbeat lungs filling toes arching eyes closed closer even than he

sharpen prepared I will wait and I will wait and the fire within my breast will spread and leap and fill the world with ashes