for the whiskey priest
You seek what you could no longer
handle: watch your will and
You belittle it?-- for you know
what to do with it:
strangling, skinning, sublating,
submerging, subliming, superseding--
Here comes the superman!
Snake on his heel that has not yet
been bitten, eagle on his shoulder
that has not yet given
way to the weight.
The weight becomes you.
As the snake is the devil
as the eagle is the vulture
you shall be overcome by the anti-Christ.
See the inverted superman on the cross!
Lay aside you hammer
there is no more left to shatter.
No more to remember
the man who embraced a horse
and the man who drew a course
out of the will to will
and into the will-less will.
Here comes the thinker
on a horse without his hammer!
The demons returned your love--
the night comforted you
because daybreak destroyed you.
I teach you the coming of the new sun:
new, always new, forever new!
Feel its warmth: melt, oh! melt in it!
Never has the sun been so brave,
never has the night been so short,
never have I been so long:
endless, yes; but neither eternal
nor mere recurrence.
Give me your shadow, dark superman!
You never lose what you conquer--
but us, us who slave days away,
hide us under your shade! It is easy
to brave masters and powers
in your seven solitudes--
but us, us who drink nights away,
leave us lonely, leave us slowly.
We are weak--
weak. Madly weak.