A memento mori live without laws
A creature exists who goes beyond crime and into august ash
Somewhere in the void of the belly of the row a flowering tree churns.
The ground is bled by rivers and springs
A fountain passes through meadow of pale purple and black fragrant weed
. I walk into the void of the belly of the crow with the cushions of my clothes on
A ray of pale light rises from under the Faubourgs.
