There are different books; Some are serpentine crooks, Some are wise, some are dull, Some are neat, some are null. When you open me up And begin from the top, Please, do not hesitate, My ambiguous mate, Draw a double-edged pen, Chase the Fault from its den, Kill my Errors ...

I am a hunted deer. My limbs hurt. I am hit by something I do not know what is, right into my cause and effect. Where are they? My thoughts are... never mind, I forgot. Mess. I drag my bruised limbs after me like Jesus bore his cross. It is ...