I hung around my neck the inherited green from her
loitered on the edges of nonexistence
missed the lands I'd nonexistent
I clung on to the darkness right on its breasts

I kept going back everywhere I'd been cheated
heated up my own water

I was again in full cry
I, once more, came out of my mother

my trouble was on journey far away
I kept following it with my court on my back
my footsteps were the same with the djinns’
met my opposite in the chest of a cloud

I expected to be shot behind my back
the warrants of justification in my hand
I preferred dying for merely my own cause
at the point of somebody else’s gun

why didn’t I meet anybody in the temperate climates
I wandered with my epidemic wherever it was the evening
learning, by heart words like plague from the rats
I was to expire, each time, frightened to death

I was busy with the footsteps of my temple
I, at the last moment, lost sight of my wisdom
I cried out the night which was lying sprawled
in an ambush deep in me

the depository I would leave my lies
was obviously closed and he’d gone
I drew lots for my death
my pendulum in my chest - just a lodger

my colour was dried blood to the public
escapees rescued themselves from squalor of mine
to my blind man’s buff in the wholes on the rampart
elephants offered water from my shadow.