To stay responsible casts a shadow all too oppressive
That someone may notice. I avoid them;
You are no more than an imitation, a sound of doubt.
Let us not forget those auditory hallucinations;
What is really happening when that happens?
Rationality was a saviour, yielding to the unconscious.
Nothing has escaped from their hands, they all believe,
They look for reasons, the cause of our falsification.
Reality shall challenge contradiction, what is left?
Living is no more than the symptom, the question-
We believed ourselves – another error.
We acknowledge, become conscious but nothing exists!
They have the illusion beneath them, I fear the end.
With us it’s different, its origin transcendental.
Conscious of the conclusion, we grow beyond words.
-the hammer speaks.
Poem constructed as I progressed through the 'Twilight of the Idols' by Friedrich Nietzsche (cover image below)
Cover (C) Penguin