God's eye contracts, useless pupil, light tapered to a filament, sunless tunnel-end. The end of days is here. Night's arrow flies farther and farther into untempered dark. Black fogs filigree the horizon's brim, eating star-shards, cottoning the wattage. This is my mistress this zeroed hole of hours-- an abandoned well too broad for boardage. Echoes sour in the swallowing silts, spit inks infecting the gleaming trim of teeth-- the busted smile, chummed to scum and mockery. Such grins! My veins flash acid with the insult. Black suns behind my eyes blaze and arise.