And the pearls moved in vertebras on the white dress
The primordial water was slowing down each veil
Charming, implosive.

They incarnated themselves in the zip of the dress,
Closed-open towards existence,
Supreme carnage of frowning will towards God.

The self melted in Luliki,
Conquering itself of birth,
Giving up to the waves
With sirens, with dreams, with martyrs.

And all the pieces of dynamite had grown angry of too much shine
They fought each other on the lips,
So the words stepped out in a female voice.

And all the beauty was unloose in the heights,
In eagles, in wind and pieces of dynamite.

She took her flesh on
And she woke up alive!