Neither using highlight and trans late:

Suddenly I'll say everything.

But with such vehemence

And with such roughness

Of expression and suffering,

That you'll have my dementia

In the blood clot

Collapsed on the table.

And I'll go out on the streets

Without knowing in which city

I've been, I am, I will be.

Sad, joyful, pure, unclean

I see death on every wall

Death at the doorbell

Resonating on the other side.

And sturing, I'll say

I see blood trampled

Hand and foot

These gestures, these laughs

I see blood trampled

Even in the face of the king!

Suddenly, in a hiccough,

I'll say everything there is:

I will be neither good nor sad.

I'll just be a scream

Painful, bust

In the convulsion of a moment.

And the troubled world

Will be left desperate

In a bloody clot.