To whom it may concern

An unspeakable horror may precede me.
I can not let you in,
But you can wait in front of me.

Be patient and ingest the morning breeze
Without thoughts of what it contains.

Be patient and take lonely steps in wet grass
Without feeling the thorns hidden between us.

Be patient and undress yourself
Without honoring or dishonoring anyone except yourself,
Because I can see you
Standing there naked,
Flesh, bones and an uncontrollable eagerness to vomit.

Unspeakable horrors may precede me
Because it proceeds everyone

The only thing certain to me is That.
That, which precedes everyone,
That, which is breathed,
That, which penetrates skin,
And That,
Which stands naked in front of me.