The dominion envelops my skin
An inevitable degradation
That essence seeps into my pores
And twists the inner key
This force
That bored its way inside
Awakens the ascendant
That always nested within
Though inactive, unknown
Now breathing, alive
Through these veins that are flooded
With the substance of that yonder gulf
Lighting torches
Of heart and mind
This undying stimulant
Nailed to my bones
The horizon expands
Beyond the narrow valley of the Lord
Who condemns this bliss as an ailment
And curses us to perdition
But to be is to produce that sentence
For those black seeds were planted
With the fruits of the Fall
And it was what the Ophians saw
That hangs above the race of Eve
Making our circumstance viable
Steering us into recondite wisdom
Into unnoticed beauty
Into remorseless passion
The rivers of which flow forever
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem