How shall my animal, whose wizard shape I trace in the cavernous skull, vessel of abscesses and exultation's shell, endure burial under the spelling wall, the invoked, shrouding veil at the cap of the face, who should be furious, drunk as a vineyard snail, flailed like an octopus, roaring, crawling, quarrel with the outside weathers, the natural circle of the discovered skies, draw down to its weird eyes?