unfinished sanctimony

Je aurais espérée maintenant, que je serais plus longue. 

It makes no sense. It fiddles with the ogre atrocity of

Blindness. It keeps wind like a cough. Rashes like poison.

I am one with it, finalement. Running hyena-chafed,

Against the infringement. Running away from yourself,

Blindness. It keeps me going. Ce dure. 

This here, it is yellow. My demonstration, 

My devastation. It keeps going. It is nothing.

Blindness. It wonders like wedlock. Hungers as thighs do.