In the shortness of a memory,
they are destroyed and rebuilt
which puzzle without motives
scraps of what I was,
remote parliaments, far from any coherence,
Unavoidable transparencies of sealed walls,
and I understand what I am,
reborn randomly with celestial intervals,
Crossed pages that deny attempts
with a generalized cataclysm
I destroy my lungs,
I am land without form,
attempted murder for the sleeping fire
who licks the sacred name
tattooed on my ass.
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