DISCONNECTED CONNECTION

Somewhere, the secret hieroglyphic dialogue of language must have been disconnected. Somewhere all the barbarian-tahos have been reduced to a petty mass. Like child-mothers producing like industrious machines their babies daily reared in the captivity of incubators. It's as if somewhere all significant emotional connections have been severed... 

Another day they may be giving a heart massage at a bus stop to someone they originally thought was drunk or on drugs. Nor should they buy life-saving bouquets of flowers from doting grandmothers out of naked pity - there can be no creative harmony without balance. In more and more places, the cosmic Gap is growing, instead of reforms being born from a so-called lasting cooperation, and not just from stooge oligarchs becoming rich men! 

Blood is oozing from the corners of bitten promises; there is no one to comfort with maternal instinct the orphan child within us. Instead of luxury lifestyles and American dream-indulgence, what is desperately needed are jobs where the struggle for fourteen hours a day is not a struggle for a living wage. - Reality has become both a soupy dilution and a lying mass. The strong always get what they want for themselves by suppressing the helpless weak. 

Every starving mouth mutters the same thing with insatiable envy: a steady salary! Real wages! Even now, with the flimsy, twisted promise of permanent permanence, he is forced to strangle - but now the unhappy few. Everywhere, layers and antipoles prevail. Who can remain the heir and who the outcast?! Repeated good-natured joking, if not careful, will deceive and lure everyone. In each other's consciences, the greedy careerist builds thick, concrete walls!