I’m a fingerprint in the dust
A skin on the featureless heart
This time the turmoil of the heart
Engulfs me and blasts the dust away.
Me – very few have seen me!
My identity hasn’t conquered anybody.
The turmoil of my featureless heart
Erases all personality with its quaking
Binds and shackles me to its babyish agonies;
And dissolves my face in its fire.