get into the bug
hit from within the syllabic shell
weather,
bite the rain, the key, the suture,
be the insect, the hand that kills us,
leave out of oneself the skeleton
pronounce never ever again never again never again:
liquefy the sadness in the landscape,
to be light and to be a swarm, to say no to the usual yes.
tell the flower that we have grown
that its perfume can no longer rot our souls,
enter the insect with the new eyes of the one who has been born
who has returned from the dead
in love with himself.