Eliogabalus

I dread the great winged insects

And the cat-headed butterflies

Above all the fleshy wings

Of the birds

Trying to clutch me

At times I thought

I was a glass bowl

And I trembled

Fearing to be cracked

Or I felt as if

I had committed

A horrible crime

(But, which one?)

Sinking off (only)

At night

Then I was in a vast garden

And I cut the tree in the middle

Tree of the knowledge

Of good and evil

Building a vessel

That I named Narrenschiff

And I sailed through

Black waves of clotted blood

Closing my eyes

When I opened them

I was sitting on the throne

With the terror

Of an endless hiccup

Anxiety

Not to walk on the lines

I carry on numbering things

'Till I forget how many

Then I start again

I don't give a damn

For Caligula: just his horse!

And I'm bored by

Julius Caesar's

Thousands words

To cross the Rubicon only

The mirror! The mirror!

The mirrored life!

Same and adverse

The real and its stage

Flesh and blood puppets

In the scene of the game

Bitches to power

The army is a ballet

Empty the treasure

In everyone's hands!

The mirror! The mirror!

The mirrored life!

Sitting along in the empty pit

Me

The laughing man

Innocent or absurd

Not as death

Living one instant

But as the planet

Diverse and deformed

Watching the earth

Beyond the mirror

Now you, just you

Child

Staring at me from the world

Built on eternal repetitions

Behind the mirror

Crack my world from side to side

Kill me with every day

To walk together

Upon the sea

Life

Is a state

Of mind