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DIES IRAE Oyez! Oyez! This is a gala evening! Veiled angels Crowd the theatre To see a play Of hopes and fears. Motley mimes Toss about the scene Held up by threads Sinking in the deep. Onstage In a corner Hidden behind myself I hold my breath: In the airless air Shards of crushed rainbows Fill my limbo, Placed somewhere Between world and toys. "Do you want to play with me?" In the soundtrack of my survival The furious small hammers Fully uprooted From they're key-shaped Skeleton Cruelly explore Every cranial path Always closer... Always more painful! The sharks' fin Is sighting straight for me: Creatures or spirits I beg you! Maybe it's the delirium Of my morbid ratio Or that voice that lies Deep in my intimate self To allow this swimming Through the lymph's of victims While dark reigns over The sons of putrefaction! Father of sons all deformed That like a ghastly stream Surge out Through the rusted gates of time -A deaf dumb eyeless throng Laughing forever But smiling no more The god absent. Or still. "haec verba audi: vitam aeternam!" Like the shaman Who ingratiates himself With the deity Of the animal he hunts Seeking possession With the spirit of the beast: So the innocents, Pervaded with the spirit Of the great predator -princeps huius mundi- Though burnt on our pyres Will transcend time Soaring over Physical extinction. Domine te voco Iustum mihi ostende unicum Talis monstris ob spectaculum Stupefactus ego moriar... ...on meurt a moins! Hooked hands Stretched out above In the ultimate endeavour To clutch an atom That does not sink. In the day of wrath The hungry marionettes Wake up - come alive While birds of soul Usher in The rays of chaos… "fatal infection... Far all! Epidemy! Epidemy!" Dies irae! Feeding on fragments of gangrene Teeth crumble Toes fall apart. We crawl like earth-worms That rats and birds fight over. Scored by silence Spirits creep Out of the secret nooks: Scatter in the streets Each one Choosing his own Beloved prey. Among the trees, Holding her out my hands "what about a walk?" I avoid the sharp splinters Of her sweet shattered gaze. Step by step Into the labyrinths of doubt Every shelter: a trap. While distresses i witness The twilight of my heart You spread around drops of light Unaware of the rustle Of invisible syllables: "you will not get out of eternal peace!" And the virgin blade kisses, -freeing- Your white throat. No pain I'm quite sure She feels no pain! The voice Still throbs: "Each man kills the thing he loves!" (incubus) In the purple flashes Of the blazing blood Slowly we vanish In and around ourselves. Cells of spirit dissolve Bit by bit... "You will not get out of eternal peace!" "You will not get out of eternal peace!" Suddenly the vold Fills your first born vibration. Just the still splendour Of your icy wards endures. I see you through my tears, Tears that nobody ever will dry... "you will not get out of eternal Peace/kill/sleep/murder/death. The last word of my script Is now declaimed. Time is over, And there's no whispering prompter To ease my scenic solitude. The crawling shape intrudes And while i open my arms It seizes me in its jaws! "this is my body, which is sacrificed for you!" ("into thy hands i commend my spirit...") Out. Out are the lights. Out all. And over each quivering form The curtain comes down Like a funeral pall. With a rush of storm, While angels -pale and silent- Rising and unveiling Affirm That we are witnessing The tragedy "man" And its hero is... The conqueror worm. Yet i would lose no sting Would wish no torture less; The more that anguish racks The earlier it will bless. And robed in fires of hell Or bright in heavenly shine, If it but herald death The vision is divine. The still look Curled up in the strait-jacket. Fading of tears. Behind every kiss: A potential judas. Desire of biting The vital artery Mine Or of the first passer-by Insects with legs Torn off My nails one by one Shards of glass In eyes of cat Smile. Or simply: ivory. Good night. Plug disconnected. Some flowers In the first month Then just: Earth. 
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