The sheltering sky is as thin as paper here

I watch the torn sky bend with the wind

outside the rain hits like bags of nails

like an iron fist

like hammer and anvil

The fruit trees look black against the night sky

The sky opened to the texture of broken glass

wire mesh ozone iron through sky beams

the wordz records a sky scene shattered windscreen cant see through it no more

cant watch fish fin flash to black christ

christ is the ache on walking

creak before ash dawn

christ cracks crystalizes

dont snort the falling debris

face hands all the pictures..