Ismael

I am alone in this house.
I am crowded in this house.
Sickness, death, life;
That is my will.

Am I man?
Am I woman?

Choose the candle that is most bright,
And douse the flame.
See the truth.

I am dangerous.
Must never let out,
Must never let in.

Remove the mask
And there!
Nothingness
And all things,
In one moment.

More than an artist,
The object of a mystic.

I am nothing,
I am all things.

Realities, phantoms,
And drunken egos.

Truth and lies,
Ever present.