there is no reason for illusions
but still we want to believe

that life is worthy. We demand more
than we can find. All the rest

remains ideal - even for
whoever lives in wilderniss

only seldom she is found
and always she is lost

in brightness. The place
of individuals remains their

solitude, solaris
solitaris

head bursting out of its skull
brain bursting out of its hulster
my ego has again departed
I is no longer the other
but a multitude of me

unriddle the structures of time
externalise your fears
befriend your neurosis

make sure heaven will lose
its utter sanctity