Transparent truth had deceived, The innermost of me. Am I tending Claustrophobic? The coldness in you, Now embraces my illusion. Wine now heals, The scars of your lipstick And the hoisted mementoes, Now fades - silently. The waves of your unseen breath, Now cold - so cold. I must return same, Out of my nightmare, As sane - as then. O Nietzsche, The masterly debunker of my liberal fallacies, Your disciple - recovering from the eternal pain. Send him your Zarathustra, He seeks a downpour, Wash away his brain.