In my forgetfulness stormy spikes bloomed
Your splinters of clouds flew sharp
About my uncertain and fleeting memories
And a blue of anger grew in this hostile wasteland
Don't you see what the sneaky birds hide?
Can't you guess the reason for their pecking?
Don't you know what my lips cook?
In the descent to my soul without consolation
You ran over my desire with your anger
Even that unfaithful day
A cut on the cornice of my times
It was all in vain
I still remember it
When you were baptized in the furnaces of my pupils
At the promiscuous festival of burned masks
How did you do?
Like an unfinished being demanded
Like a wild and unreachable feast
And so we stay
We get stuck between black shores
With pure embers of fetid waters
And you were left only in clippings and rags
And you were festering the wings of summer
And the stopped clocks of my dreams
They were swirls of emotionless slime and gall
And I slept alone here in the ice of intentions