You close our curtains with an eerie certainty;
It harms the perception of the other world,
why are you bathing in this darkness?
Crawling inside a gulf of serpents,
Black, woollen webs shroud the entrance, and so I dig with only my hands -
I only have my hands,
But I also only have you.
Fingernails fill with the eagerness of the channel that I am creating (please
will you dig out of there - from the other side - too?)
