Natura Obscura

Inside the deep forests

Of dolor, where I

Secretly hide my weepings

Where I conceal my dreads...

The snake is slumbering

Like a dead limb

I am cold in your body...

I penetrate into your wounds

Where eyes are watching for me

Numb gapings, threshold

With no borders

Oblivion of flesh and mourning...

Small mimetic animal

I wander through your recesses

Tasting like salt flower...

Flesh cathedral, I dissect your entrails

Dreadful irradiated fate

Where I consider the real shape

Of the circle, thousand times...