(…) It came out that there was a crater
almost no way out,
almost always we feed it a morsel.
The expression weakens…
Our two-faced will
crumbles it in the mouth (literally).
Crags above the ravines of words.
Self-ignited fear of consequences.
It is there.
It is here as heritage.
It is everywhere.
Then it came out that
the engraved space is experienced ascetically,
the letters in-graved,
and not just that…