Sequence 4: First Tasting of Faecal Matter

Lonely, knelt down the bench, in the park,

tears came from my eyes...

A fowl came to shit on me/"You are on our side!"

I came back everyday,& talked to them...

Until the Demiurge get rid of them...

Caught by a racinian paralysis...

The absence & loss of the balance notion /

The hangman went back to work...

seeing my fear, an angel wanted to leave his wings to me...

Beaten up & the mob doesn't think about me...

They won't free me...

I wanted to head for my mirror & cruelty mask...

My face was nothing but the most sordid animality...

I rushed for the window to howl to the mob my difference...

As I noticed I had no more tongue...