On the loins of the fever’s deliriums

I crossed the hells of opium

Without my eyes I can see beyond all the stars

I'm the writer of the Emerald Table

Pythia at the Delphic Oracle

I'm a Babylon whore

I see the ancient races, the immigrants of Atlantis and Lemuria, the billions of lives that have preceded me

I'm an Isis priest, a slave in Egypt

Tarpeya crushed, pupil of Socrates

I parade with the imperial legions

The Aeneas descendant

I take a billion forms, I know all the lives

I feel the entire universe’s knowledge

But where does the divine grace hide?

Where are the wasted prayers thrown into despair?

I exist in all beings and all beings exist in me

I feel myself in communion with the earth

But god isn't in me