All things die, without death, all that
is meaningful is soon lost, to know
death is to know this uncontainable joy.
 
But watch how this world proliferates
your body and how these hands create
such rapidity of violence.
 
For you are lost, inside blooms this
rapacious formidable  anxiety,
how do you carry such weight?
 
You fill  yourself with wine, in this night you
bear the perennial burden of despair,
how beautiful, how beautiful to feel.
 
Let’s sacralize our suffering, our pain, feel
how the primordial totally of being burns
itself onto the rapid flowing waters.