A crazy dream of a single Emperor
weathered now, an amazing pile of rubble
in the shadow of mighty silver trees
What happend here, which force, which spirit
first imagined these palaces and pyramids and temples?
Which lunatic power made the crazy dream become real
and manifest here a millenium ago, in just 20 years?
A stone robot head - fallen - neither laughs nor to smiles
A tree with a burned out trunk yet green treetop
And that very spirit is omnipresent...