Down below in the desolate depth, As far as the eye forgathers with the dreadful curse, Horizons open and split the earth. Spectral sombre lights envisage their rebirth. I sense the arrival Of pernicious invisibles, Of entangled whispers in the depth. A plague of unborn emerges out of summoned tides. A never dying fever? A vision crystal clear? Thousand tongues burst my veins. My arms open wide, To embrace the dead, The unborn child.