Poem 200








Does it really exist?
The peaceful height?
I swear I saw it!
Hand on heart..
But only with my eyes
completely shut.
And only in my heart’s
completely blind
and naked flights.
And only once upon
a dark and lonesome
moonless night.

I bargained with The Devil
for The Demiurge’s heart..
But The Devil told me
it’s already spoken for..
not by the other..
but by the will
of infinite gods.

However hard
our fates and muses
try to persuade us
otherwise..
to finally convince us
they don’t have
the will..
Because
the transient
and open heart
of our inner child..
continues choosing
to sit still.

So..
Does it really exist?
The peaceful height?
Perhaps it does..
But maybe it does not.
For, in the end,
we are still matter..
nothing more than
will to power..
of the gods.

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