Monolithe
      Monolithe IV

1. 	Monolithe IV

I create and erase. get born and die. Can’t cease to be. I’ve always been here. And always will. One thought is a cyclopean cataclysm. Or the blooming of a flower. I am everything. I mean nothing. Supreme and pointless. Ruling nothingness. Being nothingness. I am sane, as I am sanity. And insane like insanity. Time has no shape. One breath and a star had died. In a heartbeat. My eye is what is here. I can see. What I can’t see does not exist. Until I decide it does. I don’t decide. I am decision. And it’s opposite. I am the star that died. The cyclopean cataclysm. The bloomed flower. Without need to care. I just have to be. I am not, therefore I am. Everything is here because I’m here. And here is also me. Everywhere is born from me. Recycling. Reshaping. Curing. Creating. Even myself. I am the creator and creation itself. Ontological. Lonely. Monolithic. And now let there be light. Once again.