Tropical Malady Testo

There is no uncomphrendedDown in front
Under this tomb's inward arches
Beyond sunset and dawn
I am safe from living
And always falling
I claw at the empty air
I feel nothing of the embrace
I will never plummer
When there is always land to fail me
Long after that otherness has been
Exchanged up and over
Hoeizion's ramparts
I crawl back to the recurring burial
Which parrots what I do, what I told