Zenith

Fire is the complete substance of the first atmosphere

Fire still remains the best bread to live the Doubt

While Desire believes and doubts, its flames hesitate

While Desire still eats the primitive anguish of bodies

We cross the air circle of Fire-that-burns-without-sight

The fire-that-moves-the-Infinite, with stars and Earth within

The fire-that-generates-the-Infinite, with everything still unstable within

The fire that hurts and heals and exclaims the living flesh of animals

The living flesh of Alpha and Omega in every possible tongue

Until you touch the open vein of the Last Future Word

Loving You is nothing but the place of fire

Without-why, I am One-of-less, the Incomplete

Loving You makes foam of fire in every muscle

Without-why, I am A-fraction-of-less, the Disconnected

Loving You means another Torrential Darkness

Foam of someone's fires within metamorphosis

towards Absolute Sun