To become an I
is to enshrine
yourself as a prey
in the home of the prayer
get your money
but get out
of this world
simmering with catastrophes
or your eros-driven page
will choke and choke
in the claws
of the undead God
that is waiting you
on the threshold
where the Unthought
crazily opens its mouth
and vomits
earthquakes
refugees
state-collapse
resoruces shortages
floods
unnameble desires of death
flee and flee
desire will find its way
but there is only
one
way
out
crave the nonhuman
inhabit the present
as
the last moment
of the future