Abominable innocence of not knowing what one suffers

 Abominable innocence of not knowing what one suffers. To the innocent forgetfulness of what I forget. To be in a simple way, stone, wonderful earth; as the one who does not want the thing. All things that are words. Your messages. Wounds Unforgettable. Lean secrets. Odes without rhythm of words. Message upon message crossed by letter. Abandoned words.

Sense, then ex-isto as a hypo/thesis.