Down below in the desolate depth,
as far as the eye forgathers with the dreadful curse,
horizons open and split the earth.
Spectral sombre lights envisage their rebirth.

I sense the arrival
of pernicious invisibles,
of entangled whispers in the depth.
A plague of unborn emerges out of summoned tides.
A never dying fever?
A vision crystal clear?

Thousand tongues burst my veins.
My arms open wide,
to embrace the dead,
the unborn child.