Putrefactive heptameron Nº 6

"Alfa & O'Mega"

... They told me that I had to feel an inirmous hate, yes

a hate like the planetal mass, a hate that only the God could understand

a hatred from the Aleph, to the letter that can not be named: 
a rancour from Genesis to Revelation.


At the hour of the calenture and the hot drop of steel falling on the eyeglobe, they told me
and they told me even more:

they told me that I shall roast my revengeance at a slow flamme, electric, zelestial and cold

a flamme of blue glass, like the water contained in the bowl of Heavens, which is one with the bowl, and one with the Heavens; because water, glass and Heavens are three aspects of a same persona

they told me.



And they told me that that pie of cold meat should be devoured gelid and dry

cold meat, when the grease acquires its hardened consistence

dry gelid fleash for the ereact pore and the pupil in aleart

they whispered.






I saluted them goodbye with a gesture that they didn't understand

the sun, imperfectly round, marrano, it (((twirled))) ubiquitously at the twilight of Coslada, like a red nightmare that still is there when the eyelid gets vibrantly shut.