As above, so below, an abyss is resting
With a person, cut in thousand pieces
Their nervous system in flames, letting it burn
Flames that shoot light even for those who are blind
The spinal chord does its job to bind, to never let go
Of the only shimmer of hope, that pain can give
As above, so below, knives filing
A spine, cut in pieces
To the point of freedom, drained
Liquids and flows, separated from their membranes
Liberates the nerves that never had the chance to perceive
The only shimmer of life, in Gazir
Oh, you thousandfold multitude
Your univocal voice can’t make itself to be found
Among all threads that tangle and rustle, that
Screw themselves to screams
To the point that it’s no longer possible
To tell the perceptions apart
But from a light bearing node, a woman walks
Turning darkness to light, as if to perceive
Her arms and legs of prosthesis
Her hair color of blood’s iron
And worm eaten wings that brace themselves
She shows mankind’s bodies
Nerve threads with hardened myelin
Like lichens in coagulated blood
Stretching without any plummet
And others, as if carved and folded
Origami in order to bloom
Twisted like roses and opened like a corpse flower
Clouds of dust, as the mushrooms’ sweet pollen
Oh you thousandfold Inanna
We now hear your lonely voice
All this
Was me all along