My teeth are gleaming like night pelicans out of course \ and my mirror-shadow asked my body: "Who are you a corpse, a beast, a mannequin, a robot"? And I heard it start talking: "I'm a star. Star of decay \ but also star of mutation". • the dew under the knee and on the forehead so slimy. All shrine of rot is covered by this dew. Named flesh is disapearing as the bonfire sparks. • my teeth are gleaming like night pelicans out of course \ and my ego-debris asked my melting corpse: "What you're made out of? Of a knife, of rope, of a gun, of fire"? And I heard it start talking: "I'm a substance of death \ but also embodiment of oblivion". • my teeth are gleaming like night pelicans out of course \ and my unphysical state asked my protoplasm: "Who you really are — knowledge, daring, desire, silence"? And I heard it start talking: "I'm your lucky star. I've opened heaven's portal here on earth for this poor mortal"