go undivine with me and remain untouched,
in dwindling love of faith.
A forerunner of nothingness in a theological mess,
breaking the mirrors in a slaughter house,
finding a god.
Collecting ruins of sounds, veils,
traversing the fecundity of words, phrases.
Night was encroaching upon...
You hear the destruction of lianas.
Hold your wings and listen to your blood,