Death drive possessed.
Why do you remain obsessed with that elusive flame?

Is it romanticism or insanity,
which tempts thee to deny life
to dispel hope for vanity?
Compelled by evil egocentricity. . .

Or is it overwhelming life to which you are drawn?
the fire of creation, this same fire of dawn
the light of hope flickers all too near,
which incites the moth's longing for a star.