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...

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