***
The cannibals told me to go out and away:
I feel it as clearly as possible they’ve harboured
ill will against me: to kill me by starvation
to death so that I disappear slowly into an elastic
mist. The cannibals are panting above and
from here onwards and nearby, under the bed
and in the slippers with a fateful accent.
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