He pleaded, “Forgive me, my God!”

 

He dampened the trumpets playing in the middle of his chest with the tongue of flames. In his gaze, the torso of a steel building left its secret-jar roots into the earth! In his sleep, he gathered the freckles of a red-haired child. He drew them all onto walls made of dough. He built a massive temple with the intoxication of trigonometry. Numbers… Deception… An algorithm from the soul!

 

My steps / Our steps / That woman’s and mine /

And that grasshopper-bodied horse’s / also / mingled into one another.

 

Forgive me, my God.

 

I washed myself in the cemetery of the dead. The voice of my father screaming, “Memorize the 15th Psalm! You filth! Wash yourself!…”

 

I watched my childhood through a hole. The equation of the movie Life is Beautiful was still in our minds. The sorceress dealt the cards / I saw her in the full moon. She was crushing a bloody lamb / with the center of triangles. She climbed to the top of the mountain / a windy dream…

 

Forgive me, my God! And he released himself into the dark void…