Where is your saviour?
Where is the one who will destroy all books,
who will hoist you back upon the horse
and send you galloping?
Where is he?

Someone calls you, takes you by the shoulder
and forces you to turn around.
If he promises peace, distrust him.
If he lights your way, distrust him.
If he comes in the words of others, distrust him.
If he offers you a crutch, refuse it.
Keep your distance from any man who smiles in rhythm.

The saviour has not come to save you —
not even he knows of his own existence.
He crosses your path by chance and invades
your bodies like a parasite,
sips at you in some deep tavern,
and leaves you dry, bleeding
earth and dust.

Hypotheses, p. 59