Nietzsche

There was a man

who thought

that thought

would put an end

to the suffering

of men.

So he was

the Anti-Christ,

the anti-God,

the anti-Man,

he was the anti-all

and for all those

who didn’t believe

he thought

of a bible.

A bible

for the atheist.

And with it

I cried of perfection,

I cried of beauty

and of thankfulness.

And the crying

was identical

to the crying of pain.

And the beautiful

was identical

to the horrible.

Passion leads

to chaos

and chaos leads

to suffering.

Wanting hurts.

But thinking

hurts as well.

Can I overcome

the exhaustion of

thinking by thinking

more thoughts?