Staring,
chewing
one who no longer stands upright.
You seem to me grown together with your grave . . .
And only recently so proud
On stilts with all your pride
So recently the hermit without God
Who opened his house to the devil . . .
Now
wedged
between two nothings
a question mark
a tired puzzle
a puzzle for birds of prey. . .
They will "solve" you soon enough
Already they long for your "solution"
They are already flying around you, they're puzzling
Over you, hanged man . . .
Oh Zarathustra! . . .
Who knows himself! . . .
Who has hanged himself! . . .
(Nietzsche).
chewing
one who no longer stands upright.
You seem to me grown together with your grave . . .
And only recently so proud
On stilts with all your pride
So recently the hermit without God
Who opened his house to the devil . . .
Now
wedged
between two nothings
a question mark
a tired puzzle
a puzzle for birds of prey. . .
They will "solve" you soon enough
Already they long for your "solution"
They are already flying around you, they're puzzling
Over you, hanged man . . .
Oh Zarathustra! . . .
Who knows himself! . . .
Who has hanged himself! . . .
(Nietzsche).