The crossroads rush forth at me and multiply
its variables and escapes.
I find myself left between shades and dancing souls.
The echo of a muted grimace
laughs in the distance of the divided mirrors
and curls in my eardrums.
I escape between varnished socles
to come to the beginning of nothing.
I am where I began, go to no place.
On a tablet without name
I vanish
and I am re-born,
impaled in a hemorrhagic cross.
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