There is no time left.Nothing left to do but Speak. Words tumble out like pebbles,tiny stones spilling from a Child’s Handtoo small to contain them,too wild to restrict them. Mineral and rock pinch the Souls of Feat,jewels with soft, sparkly edges catch the lightjust so,just so.Threads are formed. Strands like lightning flashes,like Snake’s tongue,quick and …
