Deaf! Infinite’s ear calling Back! Into The chamber turning My soul! Within me burning
Echoes! Of the vilest disorder Forms! Discordant I can’t recover Tears! That drip all over
We, like infants descend In our shadows, on the earth Like a weak, mortal birth My eyes, more and more Like a sea without shore Continue expanding The heavens commanding...
Could I but be consumed And pass from time’s memory Into the emptiness of nowhere
“The dead so soon grow cold” Now I will arise and strip me of time and space
I must create a system Or be enslaved by another man’s I will not reason and compare My business is to create...
