The "I"

I,
the creator of my own heaven and hell
possess the knowledge decent and evil,
 
Creator of the harmony and destruction
of myself to distinguish the existence of passion,-
 
_to sense the everlasting greed of pleasure
and to apprehend the thought of devour.
 


I,
the destroyer of my own deceptions
to breed novel bridges to endless inceptions-
 
_to travel the disgusted burnings of hell in me
I reconstruct of which I perished so many-
 


I,
the prospector, in heaven, of my own grave,
 infect, I, with an unbreakable will to be not a slave.
 
-Nr.