The crucifixion
of these geometric shapes
in squares,
expending any feeling
anything heartfelt
to nothingness,
like a wave that splits gradually to nullity,
all the volumes to perspective.
Everything is a misunderstanding
between awareness and sensed forms.
The germination of all these fingers, these hands
to sense,
to grab on to everything uneven,
friction,
the arousal of desires
to teeth, to fangs,
the submission of sacrificial fleshes.
The most unforgiving crime in a jungle
is being innocent,
throbbing,
swaying between altar's knives
and canines.
