As/Is







7.01.2006


ovid, milton, me

in the beginning, out of Chaos,

nihil est nisi mortis imago only death s faces

no light, but rather darkness visible

sed inter tenebras the mind...

in itself can make

a heaven of hell,

a hell of heaven

orbis ultimus here it s the last world,

the palpable obscure

et quocumque and everywhere

the void profound of unessential night

et for evil only good, eu cad

where all life dies, death lives

into the heart of an immense burel...

a black dungeon

through the void immense to search

with wandering quest a place foretold

being covered with darkness

and tears that would not fall

and Parcae: the new age was asked a change...

everybody, everything, you, I, all that exists

( Ovid, Milton, me)