I penetrated my hand with the pencil hoping that blood of poet will cover the page . The red liquid will flood the whiteness of the paper and I shall drink it greeddly till the last drop till my being feels the ardent artistic drunkenness .I shall devour famished the space between infertile white and living purpure - the abyss . I'll touch my face knowing that's me . I'll touch the sheet knowing that's me .