I build my kingdom
with my inner senses
in the precipices of the nothingness
and I live by the grace of nullity here
full of enthusiasm,
where the terms are severe...
In the end, I am looking down
bowing my head,
Instead of looking up,
looking for any god or any quintessence
There are peoples and poor humanity
I hear their praises and prayers for gravity,
As it causes them to forget vanity...
Now, indifferent I am
about their genesis and immature pains,
Swarm of ants, a flock of sheep,
a herd of cattle, a pack of wolves
or human society...
down to that brook
where the god is drinking
the mystic waters from the spring of vertigo,
diving to the madness of his fake loneliness.
Yet he believes
that he will become almighty...
I wish he really could...
At least, not to be a liar...
And if he really could...
If he really was supreme and omnipotent,
I wish he would have tried to vanish himself...
after his fiasco,
I would undergo
looking how he blushes before the nothingness!
Imagine how he would think about just to hide,
and sufferers would follow him side by side
pointing fingers with abject anger
- the 'almighty' cannot commit a suicide?!
So, forget him,
Leave him chattering there,
I would rather deeply look into your bright eyes
to reflect the perfect you.
If you knew
the 'you' I have brought into being...
The most perfect being you are of imperfection,
Especially, when it is added and mixed up with 'I'...
The 'you' with the new 'I' come into existence
from our coalescence...
That is something higher surpassing the all,
Rising upon the void over and over.
Trying to become a lonely overman,
With you, I've turned into an 'over lover'...
Infinite we are,
When we have faith in magnificent absence.
"Oh, my almighty and noble Nothingness!"
You are the one no one has witnessed before -
the long-awaited messenger,
the first prophetess!