From a supplication without response, the essence of man, his ground

Giving way, comes illumination by a sun of great evil that sets aflame the

Inner core and enthrones suffocation and the intolerable without respite as

The joyful reward for a million aborted truths, this silence that among all

Man has charged with sacred horror, it becomes sovereign, in repugnant

Nativity, and detaches itself from the bonds which paralyse a vertiginous

Movement towards the void.



Breathless ecstatic experience, 

It opens the horizon a bit more, 

This wound of God; 

It is the assassination of the abyss of possibilities, the depths of being left to holy vultures.



Such monstrous impurity, and this incessant piety, no less revolting, cried

Out to heaven and they bore an affinity to God, inasmuch as only utter darkness can be likened to light