Was it an apparition
The bullet that pierced
The sawdust of my existence?
O little drill, you propeller with wings,
why did you open this arrow-slit in my body?
A vertebral instrument with a thousand mouthpieces
Reaches and reaches and gets lost in the waters.
Like a monad with a window,
I stare at it, behind this fleshy net.
One thousand mouthpieces sing
the metrics of evolution:
Beyond existence is water
beyond existence is water!
When language runs dry,
I will become the Beginning,
mute and blind,
monad without windows –
free, with the Spirit upon waters…
Translated into English: Elvana Zaimi & Craig Czury