As if it were clay, pulled from anger.
I see the earth turn to stone, crumbling, turning to dust.
Her last being, not to be confused with just a smear on the lens of the observer.
A thick mist where light shines through.
Underworldy fallen ones.
Lick the entrails.
Sharpening their teeth around their rough tongues.
Knowing shudders, stinging, shaking skin.
That makes ones scratch their self open to the soul.
The last spark, rising from the ashes.
The cast skins, decay in time.

A blood-red carpet, covers the sloping stairs.
In a space so black it seems flat.
Ascend the steps by hands and knees.
The road ahead appears.
The walked road vanishes.
The grasses that grow between the stones.
They spread their seed singing:
"Go on.. go on.. there is but one road.
This is the road... the only road."
I state they are crazy.
Their melody make me suspect.
There is another road.
Where no halm of grass goes.

My plasters fall off.
The wounds reveal on my clammy hands.
Breathing, yawning, overcome with sleep.
They don't know that I see them.
I kiss them and they sleep.
Step by step, take it easy here.
Don't drop the bacon.
On the mirror-smooth floor.
On which ships are drawn.
Slaves are chained.
Whips are immortalized in their necks.
Sweat and tears flow across the deck.
The captain is possessed.
The cats are stuck, biting his hands.
He lets his blood flow carelessly.
For his mistress with the animal-eyes.
Who, hungry for confessions of the stars,
licks the liquid from the ground.
The mud on the tongue makes systems melt.
During waking dreams snakes embrace.
In the eye that is hidden.

The one that knock the crown from the king's head.
"No way... yes way..." in a tone
A gentleman does not possess.
"Lift out, lift down.. lift up.."
Like one that does not heat the core..
"Let out.. let in.. let up.."
That makes the cheeks blush..
In the climate change of the century.

Combed out.. dressed up and in control..
Just a bunch of crap..
..on the bottom of an empty can of beans.
No.. rather..instead..
A beast that growls..
A beast that does not think but knows...
That dances in the flames of the sun..
A sun himself this beast is..
It's light can caress and sting.
Seduce.. embrace.. break..
In appearance of dreams and memories.
The vase emptied.
Filled again with glisting gold.
The beauty of an aroused flare..
Over rustic roads.
With flowers that speak.
How beautiful is everybody they see.
Smiling in the sun.
The emotion conquered..
Staying in being..