(a show in verse)

IX. THE VERTICAL
O Holy Virgin
give a sympathetic gaze
and fully illuminate
my hellish heart
I must carry across
the iron night of crosses
without your gaze
I have no strength to fly off.

O Mother of God
I am one of your sons
without your gaze
the stone sky is black
don't let the strong winds
swallow the fire
enrich my love
miracle-working Mary.

The heavy weight of the earth
the gravity of all times
the rusty blood of misdeeds
envelop my voice
and the night burns to ashes
in the clear skies
I see — I believe
your divine gaze shines.