– Above these mountains of salt, loss sets in
in name. These salty mountains are from stone
that you had already let slip. Omnipass, tremble
at those heights, in the over specified absolved
underland of god’s own said direct descendants.
Skinlucent, you, leader of all theirs who know
no better than the outcome of the prime cause,
having moved in the freezing eyeball. Even though
your love rejoices that you motionless. Extremely
cold it is that you burn and bring great joy onto
yourself. The nets tighten around your belly that
otherwise would not brown and where close you
see the agate sun you can lift on high. Moreover
the benefit of the common good secedes how your
decisions are broken asunder, so that the times
a coming beckon you bygone. You choose.
Or you swerve, as the widow’s veil billows –