A naked madman with a razor fiercely attacks the morning.
The gashes bleed starwings and the music of the world’s teeth.

(No one can see him because I am invisible)

The assembled are astonished as the flowers of their ears
are finally impregnated by the anthems the bees are emitting.

Here, in the graveyards of the sky, where the stars are buried,
the combined hands of the human dead comprise a divine animal.