Prescience

When I looked into the window's 
yellow well from an upper floor

When on the phone I heard
her say I cannot talk anymore

When they opened his chest to coax
the heart muscles open

When the corridor wound itself
tighter than a tourniquet

When the winds came through the floor-
boards as delicate sharp whips

 

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