holy cancer

The soul started climbing the stairs of emancipation
Wheel spinning over the rooted and timeless routine
Way far from the haunted fields of meat
Finding suicide in the interpenetration of hope and lust

Let us enter the temple of nobody’s land
Where the rivers cry for their beloved mistress
And we, also abandoned children from love,
We decide to march through the last gate

With blinded eyes and grotesque impulses inside our hearts
We crawl like bastard snakes
In the end origin of all the punishment
For those who decided to taste poems with their tongues

Then I stepped into an avalanche
It almost killed my soul
I was drenched in the basements of my anger
Wondering who to kill after the horizon had been defeated

There were innocents wondering around
The forsaken blood of a broken star
And the peregrines kissing the floor
Wanted to rebuild it by worshipping their path to the sheltering sky

And still there was no answer to the voices inside our minds
For which normativity should we stand for
To which beauty should we bow
And to whom should we offer our discipline

Pure willingness to use our hands
For no purpose beside firing to the moon
The harvest tale that was widely shut
By the contemplation of the opened fruit

But the liquor couldn’t fulfil the anger
Neither the open space between ourselves
So the snow kept covering my body
Holy cancer, waited liberty, visceral freedom.