inside the cave

inside the cave, blow a great gale. against me. as though the horses were transparent particles of all things together. all living things, speaking storms and wines. against me. almost exhausted, ruining the final stillness of never-forgotten. wild animals enjoy my land fiercely but understand this purple I call blood. remember the time when the trees plunge into my shadows, remember my walking through the stone fountains... your wings blind my heart beat... because it knows nothing of beginnings. where the entrance of the cave, under my pine forest. remember the promise of morning. except if the hounds get into rage inside your veins, except if the surprise denies your night face skin... against me.