PROLOGUE.
VIA VITAE.
I.
My head is split. The crashing axe
Of the agony of things shears through
The stupid skull: out spurt the brains.
The universe revolves, then cracks,
Then roars in dissolution due;
And I am counting
up the gains
And losses of a life afire
With dust of thought and dulled desire.
Il,
So, all is over. I admit
Futility the lord of will.
Life was an episode, for me
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