My God, My God, why have you forsaken me...
Alone amidst the wolves. And I am the cascade of dreams where the wolves drink their fill.
Alone amidst the four cardinal points furiously battered by the hurricane of the planets.
They have abandoned me here in the middle of a river which tilts on its axis, which runs in circles, bending back upon itself like a warped wheel or a snake which bites its own bewitched tail.
—Vicente Huidobro, "The Seven Oaths of the Poet" (transl. Gilbert Alter-Gilbert)
(Via A Journey Round My Skull)