A letter from Anceladus

I am writing to you from the hidden  face

of a  saturn moon where I found refuge .

Anceladus body  is  very  cold 

all seasons of love frozen under the ice ...

 Do you know that on Anceladus 

dreams  fall asleep  ?  

I write you these few words 

that you will  despise ...

You,creature of warmth  and  solar desires 

to whom the sharp blue of thought frightens ...

On this livid earth no garden of delights,

no spicy scents and carnal  embraces ,

just peaks like dead  erections 

and oceans deprived of childhood ,

mothers who went out  one evening 

and never  returned  in the morning ,

vestals of the astral  sewers ,

  anceladus receptacle of all  solitudes...

Hell for wise children lost in the maze

you who have passed without contemplating...

These few lines to tell  you that suicides 

are happy  here in Anceladus ,

they have become landscapes ,

forever free of their souls ...

But I know these exhausted pleasures

and the contract with the angel,signed ,

you will join me,here on Anceladus ...