IIustracja. M. K. Čiurlionis.
"Energia płynie tam, gdzie kierują twoją uwagę, energia nieodnawialna, energia którą moglibyśmy tworzyć całe światy sensu i dobra..."
Someone broke into the palace that was supposed
to protect the subjects
They changed the king
chamberlains and insignia
Someone has broken into your head palace
now you carry him inside you
building him altars
on which are hung
poisonous fruits
of selfies
Energy is flowing where they direct your attention
non-renewable energy
energy with which you could create worlds
of meaning and goodness
However, they have placed the guards of your dream
on the door-step
The threshold would not be so difficult to cross
if it were not for terrible appearance
of their iron and cast iron instruments
which you`re buying them every day
to blind you with their metalic brillance
Delicate and soft is the body
of the world. Uneven is its duel
with the hardened surface
of this hate
produced by libraries and
museums of cameras. Snouts of foxes
are escaping to their burrows
nestled behind armoured glass
and on guarded islands
You won't shout: let them go to hell!
because they made you believe that you should be
decent and self-crucified
(they put tempting nails of the ritual of powerlessness
under your nose)
they are closing mines and shipyards
because only miners and shipyard workers
could give them
what they deserve
for all aeons
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