I tore off the dome of reality, a dense witch hunt, a butimar bird beneath my tongue

Nostradamus’ prophecy is my shadow. I am the composition of a frayed planet

Mozart’s Hiroshima unfolds in your eyes, I am a human mind made of reeds

I weep on the shore of my church of dreams, the announcement of my scream is loaded onto a ship

I am Jacob’s handkerchief on the cliffs. I am silent, my memory reeks of tremors

I burned my hands upon my body, transformed into a dwarf with glass hair

The new world order became my nationality, I am the schizoaffective past of a savage

Buildings are erected upon my torso, I am hiding in the last hole

The graveyard of the nameless will swallow me, their ages are of Sodom and Gomorrah

I am drowning with a devastated face, pavements crush my eyelashes

A juggler plays with my head, I make love to my loneliness

My God, I know not whose god I am. I created myself, in defiance of myself

In my parallel life, I am a tar desert, the lawlessness of Archimedes

I am rotting from the unknown within the eczema of my heart

One night, I annex my blood to my soul…