ov circus my world wiseman call'd   ov drunken trickster bed   and not violators of thoughts they're   for life is a theatre   in which actors all we are   but when curtain is open   there is no time for any reh's      and as all lights turn'd on were   and the first act is begun...   ...and the last my mouth I open'd   i, purple sage in the universal   and I speak in tongue unknown   and behold all stood in flames      su na'aq tem kah chaph keb ngaa sul tamed mes   no sedem cha'no umes maog etem chaph keb la'at   qui sulib      and hardly ye remember dark november days   when received ye rain ov sulphur   when earth came apart under thine feet   and wasn't it rage ov thine god   and wasn't ye his somdom   it's "only" laugh mine empty   sob silent and helpless gesture