in the pure savanna among torture chambers of myalls under the night sky lies a disemboweled naked woman like a single bead in a cardboard box representing the law of the cup consumed the law of embedding of love pure and sincere that grows out of borders of words painted by comets slices of light on the sky sliced by meta language the commonness of gods like the question of number of gods in the universe with its invisible hand passes over her hair on her face like incused by the graver there is an engraving of emotions with...