In Dark Corners, Laugh

This is a found poem taken from F. Nietzsche's Parable of the Madman In Dark Corners, Laugh that madman who lit bright morning hours, the market place, many were standing, provoked? his way like hiding? gone... they yelled and laughed. the madman pierced them he cried; killed him i, murderers do this? But how… wipe away horizons, unchain this earth are we moving? from plunging in all directions? up or down? straying, an infinite nothing? feel the breath become colder? night continually lanterns in the morning? hear nothing of the noise of burying? we smell decomposition decompose. dead remains dead. and him. comfort ourselves murderers, mightiest of all bled knives: who us? water is atonement, sacred greatness, too great? we ourselves become simply worthy of a greater deed; whoever after us - for the sake of this deed will belong to all. silent listeners; silent and in astonishment threw his lantern and went out. too early is not yet. this is still wandering; the ears of men. require time; the light requires time; deeds still require to be seen and heard. more distant than most stars and yet themselves related on the same day forced several up, led out is said to have nothing after all, now the tombs?