My nipples, my breasts, my legs, my fingers

My nipples, my breasts, my legs, my fingers

My head, my thoughts, split of my thoughts

My morning, my trembling, my blood (my half-body)

My moon is hung upon my head, the floor

(My inner psychologist) the key for processing my pain

My horizonline, my somewhere

A little point of mine, in my center, explosive of mine

A book of mine, dream of mine, reality of mine

An (apple) tree of mine, cosmos of mine, my Lord, I

Heroes of mine, poets of mine, diplomats

And particularly, failures of mine (in) my party turn into victory

Verbs and roots of mine, tendency and purpose

(Particles of) conjunction and relation, loneliness of mine

Turning point, breaking point of mine

From here my wilderness starts

All I have learned turns into psychic energy

In order to cross my wilderness

To gather my mines and explode them

In a safe place

I turn on the light upon my entity, and write my poems

(And) my sore evils, my patterns

My wild darkness, aquarelle of fog

It will rain into my tomorrow

My very soul, my solitary one, I will take you to my doctor

In my Villa 6, the empathy of (my) psychologist

In my college, my wholeness,

My relations that should be loosened

My relations that should be exploded

My psychologist who should be exchanged with a torn cat

(Because she is dead for me)

The wicker chair and my letter

My casting, the broken gypsum, the names

My rage (which) has been so painful

I called my firemen

I covered myself with my blanket and wrapped me

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(And all my wants are cancelled at once)

Canals of mine and bridges of mine, stretched hands of mine

Upon (my) roofs like a figure of Chagall

A model of a synagogue, a model of a temple, like the shape of my body

Dialectical tension of mine, presence of mine and wants

Theological composition of mine is written among my walls

The psyche is glass of mine cutting my feet

In the middle of my period my time has been bisected

(The psyche is) a flamingo of mine caged in a zoo

An ivory box of mine

For pieces of fantasies

Carved

With a knife

Of

Murder