If you split a person’s souland reveal the inside, it will be like this.Thereforeit’s a smell of blood being given off.Inside the eternally spreading paintdaubed on with a sponge instead of a brush,quietly red,the smell of a soul’s blood.

It stops like this.Memory,premonition,a compass,and the factthat I am I

Something seeping,Something spreading,like palpable wavesinto my capillaries,your blood.

Between darknessand light. [End Page 174]

A deep-sea nightuntouched by any soundor ray of light,a long-lasting eveningbeside a nebulathat exploded a thousand years ago.

Something permeating upward,Something spreading upward,Something rising holding bloody nightin its mouth

like a birdthat has just passed through a cloudemitting thunderbolts

Into my capillariesyour soul’s blood.