Letter XIX

Through the eyes of insanity, you'll see the world for what it is:
A prison! An invisible net – a wolf's trap set long ago

Each actor alone
Each by time – the perfect operator of punishment
With only a script, a silent mouth and an imploding force

With every swing of the pendulum carries some fatal hour

Each actor alone
Each by time – the perfect operator of punishment
With only a script, a silent mouth and an imploding force

Minutes lapse within a table of hours
The powers of the insane and the wicked
Can be directed against their fellow creatures or themselves
The horror of this waiting points to the falling city...
(Walls and towers saw through the emptiness)

Cylindrical spirals of rays
Mirror cyclic recursion
I am locked in an upward gaze
The vision rotates
Inexorable...