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