This world is all wrong, colours not what they should
Human flesh put together from tiny lives
Blood porcelain organic smell

Spider webs clinging not only to body but to mind
The eggs are hatching inside
Let me out

Once clear star, do you remember me
Your friend from antediluvian times
When we were here with our true forms
Now twisted, now twisted with flesh

My sole comfort is to see goat walking on its hind legs
He gave me the book of the prophet: Eat (he said)
I'm not of you

Hold me Sofya, mother with hooves, there is nothing left
Speaking with colours of angles - without words

(To discuss of His/Her glory just the numbers 5 and 6 to begin with)
I'm never alone

Plenitude of rotten stars, holding embryo inside, putrid
Then, happiness, when you fly inverted in the void
The grey rainbow bursts

Shining forth from the closed eye of the inverted Sof Ayn orb
I'm ever alone