PROVERBIAL

In this world, nine stitches hold Time together. You’ll need waxed thread, a curved bookbinder’s needle. When you have finished sewing up Time’s spine, all the eggs in your basket will hatch at once. One swallow will settle on your hand to twitter up the summer and two will call from a bush, then lead you on. Follow them to a meadow where a red morning sky is opening the roses. All the horses you have wished for will thunder from the mountains. Choose one and look in its mouth, but don’t believe a word.