ov circus my world wiseman call`d
ov drunken trickster bed
and not violators of thoughts they`re
for life is a theatre
in which actors all we are
but when curtain is open
there is no time for any reh`s
and as all lights turn`d on were
and the first act is begun...
...and the last my mouth I open`d
i, purple sage in the universal
and I speak in tongue unknown
and behold all stood in flames
su na`aq tem kah chaph keb ngaa sul tamed mes
no sedem cha`no umes maog etem chaph keb la`at
qui sulib
and hardly ye remember dark november days
when received ye rain ov sulphur
when earth came apart under thine feet
and wasn`t it rage ov thine god
and wasn`t ye his somdom
it`s "only" laugh mine empty
sob silent and helpless gesture