Bewitched by the eternal rhythm of divine breath,
perverse he smiled to the prickly knock of rain drops,
his body was cruel like beauty, his eyes incandescent like silk
Transfixed by an absolute lightning of freedom,
He freed himself in an uncensored dance
Possessed by a pressing desire of being, fibrillation of misleading welfare
Star, unreachable demiurge, ice, frost and silence
A light dyed with ghost-white his heart, gusts of jade struck his memory
Icon of collective dreams, pulverized by magic fears, ancient gold of a waste land
He turned his thoughts into words and his words into actions
And his moan was like a sweet chant without words