This world is all wrong, colours not what they should Human flesh put together from tiny lives Blood porcelain organic smell Spider webs clinging not only to body but to mind The eggs are hatching inside Let me out Once clear star, do you remember me Your friend from antediluvian times When we were here with our true forms Now twisted, now twisted with flesh My sole comfort is to see goat walking on its hind legs He gave me the book of the prophet: Eat (he said) I'm not of you Hold me Sofya, mother with hooves, there is nothing left Speaking with colours of angles - without words (To discuss of His/Her glory just the numbers 5 and 6 to begin with) I'm never alone Plenitude of rotten stars, holding embryo inside, putrid Then, happiness, when you fly inverted in the void The grey rainbow bursts Shining forth from the closed eye of the inverted Sof Ayn orb I'm ever alone