To drift to perceive the walking fate

to delay for a tremendous feeling of void

behind your back there’s the bottomless abyss

the stream of nothingness that filters into your mind

when you think about the body kaput

when the limbs fall to pieces

and the cells croak whistling

and the fluid of the biological end

crystallizes the vital instants

and all deflates like a too used firestone

and remain only clots of coitus dreams

feelings stimuli obsessions taboo

and you invoke the gods of the things

and you have no reply

and you howl howl howl howl

against the logic of the atoms & sorceries of the chance

& molecular combinations & biological alchemies

& seeds ovules penes vaginas

and the bottomless abyss is a damn serious thing

a sort of further dimension out of the universe

where rusty machineries revolve round their sun

with crystal sounds

and hallucinations of bodies mumbling & psalmodizing

stretch out their pale arms to seize you

and somebody is calling your name

“ Come on, friend. Only five cents for the Charon’s ferry. “

you reply shit and you run at full speed

and that thing – abyss plus voice – shadows you

and there’s no damn’d hole to hide your body & soul

and you deflate on a heap of useless things

and the vital gas goes away gurgling

and you glide glide glide toward the bottom……….