A reaction against all tendencies which we call the present Our poems are like the ocean The great ocean Symbol of infinity Without borders for our eyes and thoughts Roaring! Echoing all over the world! It's the greatest predator It creates and destroys Everything is suffering and complaining in this time's work The nature unites with our pain We're sick of the ever-expanding Of industry Of Science We potter about in a feverish condiction and we take great pleasure in wounds To go lower and lower Only to understand the true state of the human cadaver This is a mixture of the raw and the sublime The existence is crushed and shows its true face We could smell the truth in front of us As long as we're not lost in each tiny detail