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Fixed to decay

Knotted by habit

The rituals of bound bodies

The dull resonance that vibrates through these days

The afternoon’s meshes

Pale clotted light

I tremble in nightmares of silence

Lonely nights in empty houses

The night’s slow poison

Aimless years from nothingness to nothingness again

Kneeling before a void

Brought into being in order to suffer

New and dreadful liberty

Pain and wrath are the singers

The great work is a stone