Here it goes,
the frenzied glare of light,
While merciless Sun tears the tops
of high clouds apart.
Everything will be repeated...
O folly and fright
Of the Two equal powers
extorting the Aeon to start!
The Start is a feeling, the End is
a merest haze.
Thus, closes the circle of pain,
filled once more to the brim...
The inkling of Madness in someone's
familiar face –
Isn't he the One who was set
irreversibly free?
Two congruous arrows are searing toward you
unbidden,
The Odds and the Evens with greediness
gnaw on the head…
The Two equal powers delivering Time
are now left
Forever unbalanced. And is that
what Thou call – A freedom?