16. Marco Nuzzo - In Its Ductile Guise

Описание: Cloak yourself in signs, from the day you heard the call,
The native pulse that stirs beneath your scattered thrall.
Within the shifting night, fixed in its ductile guise,
Ambiguous and pliant, where chronic perils rise.
No crust of suspicion holds, in the absence of its weight,
The trembling nest of waiting, where ruin seals your fate.
In the quiver of my un redeemed pain, I find the nest of dread,
The remnant of infinite flesh, where hunger’s scars are fed!
Possession and famine, in the scaffold of decay,
Useless in its lingering, where ruins hold their sway!
Cloaked in signs, we falter, in the night’s unyielding flame,
Bound to fleeting embers, in the wreckage of our name!
I trace the trembling wait, the nest of unrepented woe,
The remnant of the flesh that endless cravings know.
In the nocturnal frame, where shadows twist and bind,
The chronic danger lingers, in the absence left behind.
Scaffolded in rubble, the hunger builds its throne,
In the useless stance, where we are left alone.
In the quiver of my un redeemed pain, I find the nest of dread,
The remnant of infinite flesh, where hunger’s scars are fed!
Possession and famine, in the scaffold of decay,
Useless in its lingering, where ruins hold their sway!
Cloaked in signs, we falter, in the night’s unyielding flame,
Bound to fleeting embers, in the wreckage of our name!
Cloak yourself in signs, where the native pulse decays,
In the trembling nest of ruin, where the infinite betrays.
No shield from chronic peril, no rest from hunger’s claim,
In the scaffold of the wreckage, we burn in endless flame.