I dread the great winged insects   And the cat-headed butterflies;   Above all the fleshy wings   Of the birds   Trying to clutch me   At times I thought   I was a glass bowl   And I trembled   Fearing ti be cracked   Or I felt as if   I had committed   A horrible crime   (But... which one?)   Sinking off (only)   At night      Then I was in a vast garden   And I cut the tree in the middle   "Tree of the knowledge   Of dood and evil"   Building a vessel   That I named "Narrenschiff"   And I sailed through   Black waves of clotted blood   Closing my eyes...      Whwn I opened them   I was sitting on the throne   With the terror   Of an endless hiccup   Anxiety   Not to walk on the lines   I carry on numbering things   'Till I forget how many   Then I start again...      I don't give a damn   For Caligula: just his horse!   And I'm bored by   Julius Caesar's   Thousands words   To cross the rubycon only      "The mirror! The mirror!   The mirrored life!"   Same and adverse   The real and its stage   Flesh and blood puppets   In the scene of the game   Bitches to power   The army is a ballet   Empty the treasure   In everyone's hands!      "The mirror! The mirror!   The mirrored life!"      Sitting along in the empty pit   Me   The laughing man   Innocent or absurd   Not as death   Living one instant   But as the planet   Diverse and deformed   Watching the earth   Beyond the mirror      Now you, just you:   Child   Staring at me from the world   - Biult on eternal repetitions -   Behind the mirror   Crack my world from side to side   Kill me with every day   To walk together   Upon the sea...      Life   Is a state   Of mind