Swallow me, leaden sky, Wrap me into your grey sunlight I have never been as impenetrable as you I have never sung for dead angels I admire the haunted horizon I join a chaotic torrent I am a provenance, I see the pores of the earths skin And I saw the insects gnaw sleeping ones Recognizing strangeful structures, Creating naked writhing sculptures Under fundamental layers... I saw the inner worlds fall Like grains into the abyss, Their melting auras still shimmer Somewhere behind all borders Coming down into my narcosis I find an accomplishment Here are no doors, In indifferent walls Cursed in temptation Obscured and mesmerized Lifeless without motion Almost gone...
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