(no subject)
through faslehood, indifference, the chattering of teeth, insane happiness, certainty, in the bottom of the well, tooth against tooth of death, a tiny particle of dazzling life springs from an accumulation of refuse - I avoid it, it insists; congested, in the forehead, a trickle of blood mixes with my tears and bathes my thighs, tiny particle born of deceit, of shameless avarice, no less indifferent of itself than the upper reaches of the sky, and the purity of an executioner, of an explosion cutting off the screams.