I've been here too. In the blank white patch (hic sunt leones) on the map. Here. In the heart of the phosphorous flame in the core of the star of insomnia of the absence of meaning here where huge dogs prowl Yes. In the heart of the wish to die What incandescence. What incandescence What huge ravenous dogs race in circles around me race in circles around you You are forbidden to me. I love you but my flesh turns black upon me a block of coal pure useless alive I want: to touch you to dissolve myself into you like rain in the sea like earth in water I want us to be cloaked by one single skin You are forbidden to me. I hear the sharp snap of my vertebrae cracking under the black boots of pain The Iron Age splinters my neck the white beast which has no master Yes. In the guise of love death plies its trade inside me (we will die separated) I've been here too. Lingered until the white flag was waved. Immersed in the white star In the heart of the refusal to be I stare at the ravenous dogs racing faster and faster around me (they know: I am the Jew you know: I am the Jew I know: everyone knows I am the Jew) Here. In the blank white patch. In the heart of this meaningless love of annihilation. In the heart of the refusal to be
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