Broken bones, bruised and borrowed--
Tomorrow's lamplight drowned in sorrow;
Tomorrow's promise drained of marrow.
Stagnant hell of refusal, let me at least
Regret.

Flesh is currency. All live and die
by the sword, the stone,
the saviour.
Cannibal meals, flavor of
Regret[--] given, not kept;
As forgiveness is: a burden borne for another who would have wept,
left; who would have themselves borne the heft;
A favor filling a debt.

Simply set it into motion;
Let it go.
Bones belong where they lie, slaves to time,
though they try for otherwise.
Prostitution to purchase the ethereal--
How convenient[!]
impossible is attainable through reality!

{Really we have no choice--
Those who hold their hands and
gorge on their own flesh
are ourobouri, who [chasing]
themselves have no one to hold their bones when they die.}

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Mayan, in the year 399 AF.