The Cave

And then came the end of it Not the very end, but the gradual beginning of it The pink flowers were not red The azure sky is not blue, The mind seized in palsy was not dead Subtlety, although nothing amazing, leaves all speculations Alive I care not, I care not, I care Not at all to reduce or deduct or decipher Meaninglessness, confusion, conflicts and all Can remain inside my brain I will bear all the pain I will tear through the dirty muslin Covering the light coming in the cave I will touch the sun one day, Burn in its flames Burn with its flames I shall go... I care not, I care not, I care Not that I can move no muscle For I, an old man in a young age, seized with palsy, Plagued withe the abundance, live and live And eat and eat and find no sleep Nor any peace, The noise of life resumes The noise of life remains The noise of life Restarts There is no room... The pen moves no longer The limbs move no longer Life moves no longer All, all have stopped All, all have stopped And yet I cannot leave I cannot leave this dusky cave I can neither read the hieroglyphics The incoherent dim shapes on the damp walls, The mumbling dark rays through the muslin And the humming of insects hidden in the earth All make a chorus of meaninglessness All make a noise of incoherence...