A nude virgin is dancing about me.

In her hands there is the corpse, death-cold corpse of my ego.

Laws of cool blood are entering the other side of the body.

Around it there is a nimbus from the extinct consciousness

Like an anadem of toneless grasses.

The mortal flesh is gleaming. I am alchemizing into furious dust devil.

Penetrating into the bottommost universe deeps of dissipation,

I sweep away the decaying slavish fetters of reiterated dogmata.

I am self-initiating into the esotery of vacuum.

Black sun will enfold ossuaries of the past

And draw down the curtain fore ever