Old Osiris! I came as far as the wall

facing life.

And it seems to me that I have always had

this wall within reach.

I am the shadow, the reverse: everything passes

under the steps of my eternal column.

I have dragged in nothing by its hair; everything

came easily to me, like an inheritance.

Sardanapalus. So, my mouth was

the electric button of a dream machine.

Thus have I arrived at the wall facing me,

a wall always within reach.

Old Osiris! I forgive you! For nothing

ever needed anything from me, nothing, nothing …