It crawls with claws. It comes when it’s time. And then There is a red in me. Beyond my recognition; Always a step ahead of my logic. I find it in my throat and fingers. It begs to come out. And I am standing on the border of my faith. Start praying every time . I hope it doesn’t burn worlds and souls. And then I let it through. My nails and my screams. My tears and my saliva. It creates temples out of fire and ice. And runs blood in its walls so that it can breathe; A holy breath that isolates them from the soil that they stand upon.