FALLING BEING SEQUENCES

Behind me, the outlines of the beginning Summer are already visible on the emerald-colored trees. I carry in the ancient cave of my breast the ticking minute of the atomic bomb, which may perhaps be equal to the last judgment. The light-germs of visions are fading in me, and I still can hardly understand whether I was a regular passenger-guest passing through this globe, or just a tolerated Stranger?! It is like a map of veins in bodies, and the uncertain Fate, which no one can know, runs through it.

My life is already empty like a bucket, the thirsty time has come. The law of the world urges him to go far, just like most restless wanderers, who do not yet know where, where - but set off on a long, distant journey alone. How suddenly the terrible loneliness of orphanhood appears in my eyes.

Being in infinite Time is nothing more than someone who looks up at the sarcastic facts of everyday life. then it falls into the dug cesspools of ravines. I could easily fall into the radiation now. I know: that's how I should live here, a toy of carelessness, a kid with an adolescent face, who is not horrified by the unbearable frivolity of Being - just surviving loneliness, the chasm of the soul alone.

Rather, they eat the essence, because they know that sooner or later it will leave the twisting and snaking tunnels of the intestines differently than what first entered it. It's as if more and more people would rather rummage for the worthless Dariusz treasures among the piles of objects, since they can't see beyond their noses. They don't want to notice the other one either! I can tell: I listen in vain with white listening. For the hungry curious, the superficial appearance of the five-minute-famous boast can always remain a naive, manipulable, eternal spectacle.