In turn, piercing the misty transparency of the water, in wich I repose, these tears rip apart the silence.
Feeble, I cannot reach it.

Giving birth again, and for always, to the same concentric wrinkles that menace
then disappear. These tears fall.
Paralysed, I cannot stop the flow. 
				

She : "Dear diary it's so stupid" * Tears of fear coruscated my face * Tears of joy course the length of my days * Tainted blood tracks in my veins * Bleak sadness, he will come soon * Will I ever be * Truly wholly free * Of this agony? * It's not left me, this blood of mine today * What would you think of me, Mother, if I should say * (If you should learn about my stains?) * I can see your face, blackened with rage Twisted in hatred (denying the cage I have wrought.) * My bliss drains... * I wish I could say how I became this way! * Stark fear * He will come * Now I want it * Now I sense him * Is he the one? Mother there are dark rings under your eyes * Your hand raised to slap as you realise * I wish I could say * It would be okay. * She (about her diary) : "...He (the embryon) thinks your a therapy...". 
				

I spy him through the old mirror * Strange this, then, to me * Face to face, it's him that I could see * This was too much! * My eyes clouded, darker, further * Face in my hands * Hands that would not dam * Tears that burned. * I will not magnify his image * I wish I was still yet a child! 
				

I try to search through my mind,
I try to free my soul.
My soul? My mind? What am I now?
An entity?
Endless corridors made of dusty mirrors surround me, Reflecting the being
I once was, stained with blood and bathed in tears.
He holds out his hand into my direction,
I have to help him to save my soul!
I have to return to find my exit...
Wandering through the lobby I have found my way.
I open the door, as I'm hit by a blinding light.
I hope I'll be free. Will I ever be free?... 
				

I've crossed the threshold,
I'm now adapted to the light.
But there's nothing to see,
No walls, no ground, not one part of my body.
I feel attracted and aspirated.
I can see sparkling in the darkness,
It begins to draw nearer, it's going to take me.
I turn towards the door.
As it shuts the light fades away.
Duty for a boundless wall, the thing is now clear.
It's a kind of crystal cube.
I'm unable to overcome it's attraction,
The touch is imminent.
An unknown painful phenomena begins.
A flash shows me my parents.
They are keeping vigil over my dead body... 
				

How long have I been stuck in the ols armchair
Staring at the TV screen
Without perceiving the pictures ir was conveying
It's now swarming with countless white particles
The static is crumpling my brain... I feel tired
I vainly press the buttons on the remote control... I need to breathe again
Taking my jacket, I make the coat-rack rock

I leave the house and walk into the rain
The sky is heavy on my shoulders... The streets is desolate
The tar absorbs my soles... I feel alone
I perceive a man and his dog
In the twinkling of an eye the animal take's on his master's appearance... A frosty fluid tears my veins
The collar round his neck, he looks sadly at his lead

I had expected the nightclub's atmosphere to clear my mind
The luminous traces creeping along the walls claw my eyes
I realize laughing people were looking at me
I realize crying people were looking at me
I realize they ar looking at my body as it empties its tears... but why am I weeping ?
Not a living soul, just the creeping traces now

Nothing left to do ! I leave the place !
The sky seems to move off to let me catch my breath
The wet road seems to guide my steps
I am back... The house was waiting for me.. The door is open
My jacket is still in my hand, I'm soaked
I enter the room... The coat-rack falls
The TV screen looks the same... I'm tired
I take the remote control... I'm alone
I pull the trigger... 
				

Now I am sure someone else is inside me * Foetus: "...my brain I suppose?"

*I search for him with all of my soul * Surely my image is all he can see

*As I speak of him all the time. * He speaks to me with the tie that binds

* His soft molten voice in my head * Reverberates throughout the walls of my mind * Storms my heart with its gentle song * My mother is going to kill me... * I would too if I was in her place * She would not know what else to do. * She (writing on her diary) : * "...is another way to love me..."

*he faceless ones who dole out pain * Disguised in the pill we take as "life"

My soul entrapped, I strain again *To free it from their torturous grind.

Foetus : "....my brain I suppose.?.?.. 
				

Sixteen years since I've been home * And now I'll never leave This edict given, cast in stone * My universe is cubed, deceived.... Obscurity's the cloak I wear * Six faces of my room will bear * Witness to three by three by three * All that they are I'll never be. * My cube is glued to many more * I see them fade towards horizon * And in each one a soul is stored * Grieving, peaceless isolation * Human geometry, irreconciled * The jigsaw of a giant child * That keeps to rules of five and three * And keep complete for all to see. * The faces of my cube become me * Loneliness is symmetry * No self-volition : I have to see Myself reflected to the power of three. * All hope is gone now, as if never had been * Multispace turns silently vertiginous * Parasite and paradise, my new hostfeeds * And I listen, despairingly bilious. * I twist in a helix : my destiny bound * My will not my own, through true clarity found * His coming is imminent: he speaks to me * The pain is inevitable before he can be. * Mindflash of mother * Sadness a lether * Situations snafu* * Sensation of déjà vu... * (* situation normal all fucked up).