He went inside himself and found divine,
He climed the loneliest hight, defied to deign,
to mesmerize in awe by the oldbelieved deceit.

With his eagle and snake he went down to men
To enlighten dim masses on profound truth for their brute in them:
“Deep is the truth and moral is gold, reapen by suffer(ing)
and irreparable solitude, behold by their own
to experience themselves through themselves alone !“

Domains of weakness and worms he entered with hope:
There was no mind, no devine where ridicule epitomizes scorn
He felt no wrath, no sorrow `bout men:
In thorns they abhor, they will choke on their lies
It will perish the race of indifference for ambigious conquering life.

He appeared inside himself, conquered divine
He fortified his lonely life, undressed his might
To bleed in thorns of life and love himself and pain.

15/Jan/2007, 03:00 Uhr , Dagazhallen, Gedichte, Gedichte 1997-1999 ,