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.