flames have exploded above heads spaces have opened closed so far in the cocoon of hands the streams have gushed out above the hearts the depths have opened hidden so far under the eyelids
neither flash nor thunder will reach me neither will the rain of the morning dew I won’t reach the clouds the shiver drizzles and darkness overflows from the mouths and the piercing bile spreads the net
silence, the great silence, and nothing I merge anger and rebellion into caldron, into fear catch what was not is not and cannot be cram into being and non-being into power and weakness and into this unmeasured shiver
the eyes of all the oceans the eyes of the unchanging lands the eyes of all creatures will be poked out the hearts of all the people the hearts of cold stones the hearts of invincible atoms will be torn out
autumn came, dressed in rags and with her the wistful northern wind it brought the cold flurries of rotten leaves and a dishwater of thoughts it blows through bones and remains the barren stench of sand
I’ll go. Yes, tomorrow morning I’ll tear all my veins on the serrated rock and I’ll make flower bunches of them I’ll bless all with a still warm urine