Westernlands

I have no more 

Honesty
Everything is the 

Same
It’s not here

It is 

Here
Uncertainty of 

Existence
I exist everywhere
Every illusion

And none at all
Virgil

Rimbaud
Paracelsus

I am as easily 

As myself

The self

Eternal

Omniscient
Omnipresent
What am I

Cannot be 

Distinguished
Surely

There is
Nothing to 

Measure
This unique 

Identity
I Am myself
Lost in the
Knowledge of self
We must never
Speak of this
Eternal

Transcendence of 

Form
These are not 

Words
Am I dream

Nightmare

Feasting on 

Flesh

Carnal knowledge

Cities 

Scattered
In dust of
The world
I have no 

Catechism

There are
No demons;

No real
Demons

And therefore

No hell
I have

Caused my

Own misfortune
There is hope

And there is

Not hope
Wake up!

Wake up!
This is life

And this is not 

Life

Am I what 

I despise

A coward

A liar
But this is 

Not life

I escape my
Own logic
Gravity conspires
Against me
Knowledge is

Not gained 
From a bite 

Of an apple

I avail 

Myself
From this Poison

From

Both living
And the dead
Here within
Westernlands
Surly no man

is good  yet

I am him!
I am him! 

Not Seen in this

World
Everything
Is undone
Am I perception

As the perceived
Are there 

Ghost or

Remedies
Of Gold

I will expose

Everything

And nothing at all

This sweet madness

A joke 

Unto itself

Later, later
There isn't
Time now
and
that time

Is now
Gone