Leaning over the narrowing oblong Of a generating experience My ambivalent fortress Like a sail in a sea of ramifications A sharp-limbed figure is whispering The muffled harmonics of a lunatic lullaby Relics of absence that closed the Klein bottle Upon itself To seal these corporeal arabesques with metonymical incisions Humanity has lift up the depths of madness' mark Once doomed our hopes of remembrance From the sporadic preachings of a bewitched tongue How could I reach a path that lays still in another voice? I bear the tumbledown architecture of the inconceivable Being and nothingness Torus of desire Vacuity of existence We starve for salvation To seal these corporeal arabesques with metonymical incisions Humanity has lift up the depths of madness' mark