We have no strength to pass the door erect

the door turns to a noose and fastens us

it bends us, twists us and it tightens us

the tongues get swollen and they blacken

the tongues get thick and necktied

the Agnus Dei lolls its tongue at the butcher’s

having bitten through a blue and stiffened muscle

we have no strength to pass the end directly

the end of our flesh and its grey sinews

and there’s no decapitated breathing left,

and not the meaning of excessive thinking,

and not the one which never gets for real

because there’s nothing real at its end

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