Strange Shaded Sky

This world is all wrong, colours not what they should
human flesh put together from tiny lives
blood porcelain organic smell.

Spider webs clinging not only to body but to mind
the eggs are hatching inside
Let me out.

Once clear star, do you remember me
your friend from antediluvian times
when we were here with our true forms
now twisted, now twisted with flesh.

My sole comfort is to see goat walking on its hind legs
He gave me the book of the prophet: Eat (he said)
I'm not of you.

Hold me Sofya, mother with hooves, there is nothing left
speaking with colours of angles - without words.

(To discuss of His/Her glory just the numbers 5 and 6 to begin with)
I'm never alone.

Plenitude of rotten stars, holding embryo inside, putrid
then, happiness, when you fly inverted in the void
the grey rainbow bursts.

Shining forth from the closed eye of the inverted Sof Ayn orb
I'm ever alone.