I dread the great winged insects And the cat-headed butterflies; Above all the fleshy wings
Then I was in a vast garden And I cut the tree in the middle That I named "Narrenschiff" Black waves of clotted blood
I was sitting on the throne I carry on numbering things
For Caligula: just his horse! To cross the rubycon only
Sitting along in the empty pit
Staring at me from the world - Biult on eternal repetitions - Crack my world from side to side