dimanche 20 février 2011

'Private and universal matter' by Trendance

Nightmare of the night, dream of death,
Three hundred and sixty-five nights ago,
I saw myself plunging into the depths
Of the terrible Inferno!
No wild creature, no excessive heat
But worse than anything else
The eternal echo of a perpetual beat.
A hubbub to the Soul, a roaring to the Body;
No break, 'it this what is called 'Hell'?'
But suddenly from this pitch-dark night
A beam of light appeared and before the noise ceased
I ebbed like the tide and lay motionless.
But, in the open air, I uttered a cry
For at that very moment I finally realized
That Death was in fact life, for I was born again that very night.


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