THE ONE ODD NO
The one total less
plenicorrupt odd no. no sooner coddled by the zero
that in time gone crazy returns with its sexual succubi multitudes and its fauna
of forgetting
The one subsoul
although unburied intact beneath its multicrypts with beyondbottoms of arcades,
retchings
that feeds its own echoes of great expert in nothing
as it grows into the abyss
The one and only in one
four-footed animal of chance that goes out for air before nightfall dogging its wretched
limits
and sunflower litmus licked by innumerable putrescences interulcerates the darkness of
its own I whole one
crucipending only from itself
Oliverio Girondo
Translation by Molly Weigel