Picture : Andrea Galvani, The Intelligence of Evil #6, 2007

We do not want to disappoint

Even those who count for nothing

This is very mortifying

And this freedom you speak about

Is a fantasy but not sure…

I am not like you

I am cerebral, not visceral

I have the introspection

My roots grow there

In the tree where I hang down

The Kabbalists are wrong

My infidelity is in the Kether  (כתר) 

I forsake the flesh

 I take it off

This is not new

Three years

Every second burning

Before I had to open

Then I went in and locked the door