Woman without a name

Woman without a name: the scandal of the light did draw a wall between us.

And all the clouds were migration from your days into mine.

Because we all are autists in a desert without Sun: 
corpses from the tombs of Endor resurrected by the witch of the king Saul and their Sumerian vampires.

...Woman without a name...

The day brought you to me

the taxis were raging and the diluvium at 9 a.m. was the gloomy chant of the big fowl from Eden; that human-faced bird with heavy claws d'argent.

But here is Hell, woman; woman without a tear.

The town devoured you, the bagpipes were schizoid yellow, and I lost my face that kept stuck on the sidewalks of a God that was offline.

Remember that you'll die, too.

Woman without a name.