Kadath - Death in the Desert

Everything toward the death
advances in concert
the whole life changing until
be died
who he/she/it/you saw
the wall for rotated earth
and so high lifted up the
dunghill
my be existed changes and
change
all integer, like tree that gets
undressed in the January
they were my enjoyments
dawns of happiness, more
fleeting than the hour of the
days
and more than the
(lanzadera) in the loom
and the so slight lark in the
fly
soul, you/he/she/it in
your enclosure take refug
under the pain, like the spike
in the (troje) the farmer
lift, heart thatv these dead
skeleton of lion in the desert
you/he/she/it/
you pilgrim
how spike that grenade
he/she/it/you goes to
the mill
the life, powder in the flying
wind.