Madness' Arabesques

Leaning over the narrowing oblong
 Of a generating experience
 My ambivalent fortress
 Like a sail in a sea of ramifications
 A sharp-limbed figure is whispering
 The muffled harmonics of a lunatic lullaby
 Relics of absence that closed the Klein bottle
 Upon itself
 To seal these corporeal arabesques with metonymical incisions
 Humanity has lift up the depths of madness' mark
 Once doomed our hopes of remembrance
 From the sporadic preachings of a bewitched tongue
 How could I reach a path that lays still in another voice?
 I bear the tumbledown architecture of the inconceivable
 Being and nothingness
 Torus of desire
 Vacuity of existence
 We starve for salvation
 To seal these corporeal arabesques with metonymical incisions
 Humanity has lift up the depths of madness' mark