LOOKING DEEP

For even now, believe me - for I know how strange and incomprehensible it is - in the depths of the soul, like in vast catacombs, great escapes and dives are raging and taking place. Alive, each moment must dissect the other, like the curious surgeon deep in interrogation staring into the lurkings of inner secrets. One should watch through the magnifying lens of a selfish, embittered soul, for the noble drops of humility are daily forced to fight their own fierce battle with intruding intruders; only success should not leave them any more shameful stains, for the witnessing bones, the inner song, protect and hide a half-weary child. 

In their hearts, the sickening, pitiful hatred roars daily like a silent horror. Chaotic theories of insanity drive and push man forward with ever more defiant, disappointing force. They have been deceived, like the hesitantly fucking sucker, and while in the writhing molecules of the arhythmia of the closed rib cage of the inner, warrior sheep roar incessantly and instinctive standpoints are daily confessed, and exiled heralds are forced more and more to remain silent. 

After many a dark night, when nightmares knocked at the soul's door, Like ravenous, greedy jackals burst upon the isle of peaceful repose - They could not give redemptive peace for free! Calibrated heartbeats must be accustomed to the beating of clicking clocks. Unpeaceful now still, whimpering, one weeps at the worldly deceitful fistfulness, the foolishness to weep for, how man wastes his hard-won humanity on the pitiful sieve of his life!