And I die –
and throw myself boomerangs.
There will be no judge; there will be no court,
only a passing through a very long going,
and the beginning of a new kind of poem –  
and I die!

And I die –
no punishment and no reward,
no door and no gate, at times not a crack,
only Heavenly Voices all around by the thousands,
and another kind of tangled forest –
and I die!

And I die –
my insanity conquers lands without number,
and no limit can be found to my dreaming.
I cavort in lights and patches of color,
pictures all around and inside me –
and I die!