For Ajax, the rebellious giant of strength,
lies now, struck down
by the dark storm of madness.
Sophocles, Ajax, p. 41
Words of his captured lover Tekmessa
Absolved of all responsibility.
Such a despotic disposition not only abides by no rules, but maliciously pursues an unrestrained megalomania of lies and deceit.
An ego-penetrating hypnotic pose.
A sardonic grin, pointing his index finger at a frenetic crowd.
A veil of haze so that the whole scam doesn't blow up.
He parades, rejoices, like many chosen ones before him, into the gaping chimera of the halls, the golden elevators, the glittering halls of madness, catacombs of wealth and power
Into that pomp where all the chosen and self-appointed bask in the 1000s of mirrors. Since time immemorial, the dagger has circled behind the damask curtains in the bodyguard. The size of Sunset Boulevard alone demands this. This can be read as a handwritten note in the lightless books of black holes.
What does the enthroned man see?
He sees a crowned one with a used lampshade on his head.
Falling into arrogance, the veil of malice falls burning to the ground.
No mirror image preserves the crown of the gods.
Exposed to ridicule, the poor soul hears the frenzied crowd laughing uproariously in front of the iron gates.
20 January 2029
Johan van der Leeuwen
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