People are torn straight from life
Spreading on the earth, casting off their oaths
Betrayal falls in line, bare and exposed
A feast of screams is laid in my hands
It is time to surpass sins that never get watered
Nameless sleeps carry the mirror of disgust

Beyond reckoning, a reason shall be asked, alive and fierce
If faceless footprints are lost at the very start
Let all that is unworthy
Be defeated, then, the sky
For only after losing
Will every prayer begin
Forgotten, it will fall to the ground
No one claims the hidden step anymore
If something remains unknown
It is that I am not called by my name

Mirrors emptied their filth, pushing my feet toward escape
I joined the ritual of memorizing time like rushing water
One does not take time along when running away
I relinquished the tenderness that nurtured absence in my eyes
Among all beings, I sharpened my teeth against my own soul
Finding my direction
Began with fearing birds

When we are struck from the least expected place
Birds gather geraniums
A branch is slipped between my fingers
Before the soil itself
A fraction of my heart cannot even lift a whisper
This world takes relentless roll calls without invitation
My fading search is sent away without a farewell
No one will take my place
Because no one knows my hidden name

Without looking in the mirror, I cradle my fate
I throw myself into the fire, thinning under an ancient spell
If I have leaped through ages
It is because I have not known myself
If I am trapped in this era
It is from the thorns I plucked and swallowed
My face will remain stitched to trampled laments
My account will be erased from my calendars
Without looking in the mirror