***
You
scrawny man, you skinny man
push
me from the heart the vortex
whereunto
you run is silhouetted
in
the window as in the full moon
within
the curly, quarrelsome light
the
cruel mass of the death the Dacian
dukes
drink their poison, laughing
the
woods leap up, the mud intensifies
the
orgasm I grow, I fall out of you,
scrawny
man. You devour me
from
you shall I live until distracted
your
name upon mine the already
extinguished
sense with the arms
crossed
upon the chest until you
regenerate
in other terrors
you
regenerate in other tricks
and
other nullifications, annihilations.
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