Plus everything promised

 Plus everything promised. It is not protest but pain. He stirred his soul in his rib cage. He licked his strange wound. Where does it come from? Where does the pain come from? Of all the ancient times, of the confusional cradle, of the misunderstood words. Open mouth pain. Without teeth. Suck slime, milk. Swallow silence, darkness of the room. Uprooting Helplessness Dark beginning time. Absent promise. Unknown bodily discomfort. At the dawn of the beginning of the first future.

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