When the darkness grows denser,
I would penetrate to its very core and ground,
and would not rest until amid the pain a light appeared to me,
for in excessu affectus [that is, in an excess of passion]
Nature reverses herself.
I would turn in rage against myself and with the heat of my rage I would melt my lead…
I would wrestle with the dark angel until he dislocated my hip.
For he is also the light and the blue sky which he withholds from me.