He had her hugged.
While I am anxious from blind drunkenness
On the blind threshold I groped
And accelerated blows replicated
Against the door of eternal sweetness:
On my back suddenly
He rose and fell again, thumping deaf
And rhythmic his foot. Was the memory
Of the elusive moment, in the fantastic
Fullness the call of death.
Burning desperately then
My effort redoubled that call
Fateful and gasping for delay
I went through nothingness and drunkenness, fierce
I penetrated, in the fervor high my forehead
Grabbing the woman by the throat.
Victorious in the mystical castle
In my great ancient homeland in the great nothingness.