1. Monolithe IV

I create and erase.
Get born and die.
Can't cease to be.
I've always been here.
And always will.
One thought is a cyclopean cataclysm.
Or the blooming of a flower.
I am everything.
I mean nothing.
Supreme and pointless.
Ruling nothingness.
Being nothingness.
I am sane, as I am sanity.
And insane like insanity.
Time has no shape.
One breath and a star had died.
In a heartbeat.
My eye is what is here.
I can see.
What I can't see does not exist.
Until I decide it does.
I don't decide.
I am decision.
And it's opposite.
I am the star that died.
The cyclopean cataclysm.
The bloomed flower.
Without need to care.
I just have to be.
I am not, therefore I am.
Everything is here because I'm here.
And here is also me.
Everywhere is born from me.
Recycling.
Reshaping.
Curing.
Creating.
Even myself.
I am the creator and creation itself.
Ontological.
Lonely.
Monolithic.
And now let there be light.
Once again.