Inside the deep forests
Of dolor, where I
Secretly hide my weepings,
Where I conceal my dreads...
The snake is slumbering
Like a dead limb,
I am cold in your body...
I penetrate into your wounds
Where eyes are watching for me,
Numb gapings, threshold
With no borders,
Oblivion of flesh and mourning...
Small mimetic animal,
I wander through your recesses
Tasting like salt flower...
Flesh cathedral, I dissect your entrails,
Dreadful irradiated fate,
Where I consider the real shape
Of the circle, thousand times...