Flames have exploded above heads

Spaces have opened

Closed so far in the cocoon of hands

The streams have gushed out above the hearts

The depths have opened

Hidden so far under the eyelids

Neither flash nor thunder will reach me

Neither will the rain of the morning dew

I won't reach the clouds

The shiver drizzles

And darkness overflows from the mouths

And the piercing bile spreads the net

Silence, the great silence, and nothing

I merge anger and rebellion

Into caldron, into fear

Catch what was not

Is not and cannot be

Cram into being and non-being

Into power and weakness

And into this unmeasured shiver

The eyes of all the oceans

The eyes of the unchanging lands

The eyes of all creatures

Will be poked out

The hearts of all the people

The hearts of cold stones

The hearts of invincible atoms

Will be torn out

Autumn came, dressed in rags

And with her the wistful northern wind

It brought the cold flurries

Of rotten leaves and a dishwater of thoughts

It blows through bones and remains

The barren stench of sand

I'll go. Yes, tomorrow morning

I'll tear all my veins on the serrated rock

And I'll make flower bunches of them

I'll bless all

With a still warm urine