I fear those who are afraid of emptiness
I fear Pascal but not probability theory
I do not fear Roman antiquities for they
were born in Euclidean space as we are
and die up there in the space of Piranesi
as under an enormous medieval bell
where there's plenty of space but there's no one no people no God
only decrepit torture devices slumbering
in the dim light of a time that has outlived itself
and entering this place you encounter once more the endless gray days
of your childhood in the silent bombed-out city