Today,
go undivine
with me and remain untouched,
in dwindling love of faith.

A forerunner of nothingness
in a theological mess,
breaking the mirrors
in a slaughter house, finding
a god.

Collecting ruins of sounds,
veils, traversing the fecundity
of words, phrases.

Night was encroaching upon.
You hear the destruction of lianas.
Hold your wings
and listen to your blood, threadbare.