A spiral is his heart; he goes down deep into untold muddied paradoxes, tearing thorny bushes, staining blood on clothing and turning silence to words. The valley discovers the art of the idle discourse in uncensored mind. The grace of a slave captive without bars is torn by a dint of remorse brought by the knowledge of futility. Immaculate tears kill joy at the sight of unmasked hounds. A date lapses into impotent words turning the ripeness of the apple into perplexity. The sole possession of imagined recreation in caresses invites us to enter our dreams.

The following poems are knotted together by verbal nooses.