Turn all the women into ewes. Then hang them from high iron bars in the sky. Ships pass below, cars pass below, and in the ewe's house, a clock made of the distant sea is hanging. The hanging ewes are bleeding.

An animal with a hundred tongues appears from the sand, and the accumulated tongues rise like mountains, and the accumulated arms below rise like the sea. A monster with an aching back and an aching belly rolls across the desert. Pain entangles for thousands of centuries, and red lava overflows from between the accumulated lips.

I took a heifer, a female goat, a ram, and a pigeon, split their bodies in half, and offered them. Abram passes through the middle of those split pieces like Damien Hirst. Blood must have flowed from both sides like a curtain of light through the clouds.

When I say I love you, the tongues and the accumulated tongues, the tongues attached to giant clouds, the tongues of giant ewes hanging from a tetanus-stricken sky, it's like slurping up the blood of a night even more massive than a giant rhinoceros—.