One asks not, what I do all the time.
I stay quiet;
and don't say why.
And there was quiet, there the Earth cracked.
It met no word.
One only speaks out of Sleep.
And dreams of a sun, which laughs.
It goes on;
After it was ennuyant.
The word passed on, as that world awoke.
--
I only am one of the Epigones
Who in the ancient house of language dwells.
But I have therein my own experiences,
I break out and I'm leaving Thebes in pieces.
Should I also come to ancient Masters, later,
So shall I rage the bloody knack of fathers.
Of vengeance speak I, I avenging language
Of all those, those who are language speakers.
I'm Epigone, the ancientworthy(ies?) elder.
But you, be the knowing Theban chorus!
--
Language controlling? That's right to me;
If one only speaks loudly, at the same time is it still?
So I control the language, that you speak
that my might may with me, what it will!
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