Pain and Wrath Are the Singers

Fixed to decay
Knotted by habit
The rituals of bound bodies
The dull resonance that vibrates through these days
The afternoon's meshes
Pale clotted light
I tremble in nightmares of silence
Lonely nights in empty houses
The night's slow poison
Aimless years from nothingness to nothingness again
Kneeling before a void
Brought into being in order to suffer
New and dreadful liberty
Pain and wrath are the singers
The great work is a stone