(the days shattered in my palms like glass)

Every day I am reminded of why my book is called The Fragility…The Fragility is me…the Maelstrom Made Me Its Image…and I witnessed…the end of the universe…what wilderness! I confess: there were teeth in my flesh…I called it Genesis…rushing to an age of decadence…what wilderness!

This is the mirror of fire 
This is how you survive
The armaments of flame