Электроимпульсы, вспышки на синапсах По проводам — ток, от плюса к минусу Это тело — мегаполис, поражённый вирусом Бредит в лихорадке под фенэтиламинами Нейромедиаторы, омрачений факторы Фальшфасады морока сплелись в облик города Фестиваль плоти под покровом ночи Собор рассудка разорён, пуст и заколочен. Скрывая в чёрных складках, ночь похищает город Ночь похищает город, держа его в когтях Держа его в когтях, свой утоляет голод Свой утоляет голод в бушующих страстях В бушующих страстях — страх, боль и вожделение Страх, боль и вожделение ночь выпьет без остатка Ночь выпьет без остатка страстей все подношения Страстей все подношения скрывая в чёрных складках

Слух чуткий парус напрягает, Расширенный пустеет взор, И тишину переплывает Полночных птиц незвучный хор. Я также беден, как природа, И также прост, как небеса, И призрачна моя свобода, Как птиц полночных голоса. Я вижу месяц бездыханный И небо, мертвенней холста, - Твой мир, болезненный и странный, Я принимаю, пустота! (О. Мандельштам)

One night in long bygone times, man awoke and saw himself. He saw that he was naked under cosmos, homeless in his own body. All things dissolved before his testing thought, wonder above wonder, horror above horror unfolded in his mind. Then woman too awoke and said it was time to go and slay. And he fetched his bow and arrow, a fruit of the marriage of spirit and hand, and went outside beneath the stars. But as the beasts arrived at their waterholes where he expected them of habit, he felt no more the tiger’s bound in his blood, but a great psalm about the brotherhood of suffering between everything alive. That day he did not return with prey, and when they found him by the next new moon, he was sitting dead by the waterhole. Whatever happened? A breach in the very unity of life, a biological paradox, an abomination, an absurdity, an exaggeration of disastrous nature. Life had overshot its target, blowing itself apart. A species had been armed too heavily, by spirit made almighty without, but equally a menace to its own well-being. Its weapon was like a sword without hilt or plate, a two-edged blade cleaving everything; but he who is to wield it must grasp the blade and turn the one edge toward himself. He has lost his right of residence in the universe, has eaten from the Tree of Knowledge and been expelled from Paradise. He is mighty in the near world, but curses his might as purchased with his harmony of soul, his innocence, his inner peace in life’s embrace. So there he stands with his visions, betrayed by the universe, in wonder and fear. Not merely his own day could he see, the graveyards wrung themselves before his gaze, the laments of sunken millennia wailed against him from the ghastly decaying shapes, the earth-turned dreams of mothers. Future’s curtain unravelled itself to reveal a nightmare of endless repetition, a senseless squander of organic material. The suffering of human billions makes its entrance into him through the gateway of compassion, from all that happen arises a laughter to mock the demand for justice, his profoundest ordering principle. But as he stands before imminent death, he grasps its nature also, and the cosmic import of the step to come. His creative imagination constructs new, fearful prospects behind the curtain of death, and he sees that even there is no sanctuary found. And now he can discern the outline of his biologicocosmic terms: He is the universe’s helpless captive, kept to fall into nameless possibilities. From this moment on, he is in a state of relentless panic. (Peter Wessel Zapffe, 'The Last Messiah')

Does death come alone Or with eager reinforcements? Does death come alone Or with eager reinforcements? Death is centrifugal Solar and logical Decadent and symmetrical Angels are mathematical Angels are bestial Man is the animal Man is the animal The blacker the sun The darker the dawn Flashes from the axis Flashes from the axis On the hummingway To the stars The Hounds between the pylons Guardians of the cycles Hounds between the pylons Guardians of the cycles Fire of the mind Agitates the atmosphere Fire of the mind Agitates the atmosphere Fire of the mind Agitates the atmosphere Fire of the mind Agitates the atmosphere