A TIMELESS VISION

One day you will see that I will stand in the Hangman-smelling Time, like the outcast trees in the depths of lonely forests. Hungry, greedy wolf eyes search for prey, impalable, unlucky left-handers, and how can I know about myself that in every case, the basic formula of the "wrong place, at the wrong time" revolves around the contours of my ceaseless life, and the spiral circles slowly close.

My orphaned heart, like a startled, orphaned, sick baby, would keep telling someone that if they heard my distant telepathic voice, they would immediately run to me, leaving the infernal shackles of the difficult, miserable everyday life. Perhaps Man manufactures his chains for himself, and not only others believe that he is not a hundred or that he is half-hearted. I still cherish the mirrors of waking dreams; this is how my forty hardened years passed unexpectedly and suddenly.

Inside, in the bowels of Existence, that is, below the surface, storm and silence correspond to each other, and while wild beasts whip each other with outbursts of rage, where are the words of Allness addressed to the Beloved, the flattering, light gestures, when it was still so good to believe that we could remain Human?! - Through the fates - he is afraid - I am also left alone, because I know that if my body closes its secret oxygen gates, the hypothalamus of my thinking computer brain will stop sending messages to the labyrinth networks of life-sustaining cells and molecules.

The sleepless, tropical night creeps into my body; blood-sucking mosquitos, you are constantly hovering over me, my precious juices. - Maybe the useless Life is just like that?! They flay each other, trample on each other, exploit each other where they can, while even the last crumbs of humanity are deliberately eliminated by superficial hypocritical indifference!