Are we breaking bread or breaking bad?
Me? I would say going mad.
Trying to find sense inside my mess.
If I could only leave this loophole…
Who knows? Perhaps a soul?
Lest I forget.
All the times I have been dead.
For all I know, (or blindly believe) this one thing is clear:
It’s all a fancy make-believe.
There ain’t no goddamn truth out there. The x files are hieroglyphs.
And besides, we can no longer see. We are either buried deep in debts and bills or blindfolded by golden bricks.
They say we can be cured by a-bomb heat.
Perhaps radiation will give us back humanity.
Or maybe we will quickly disappear.
And we shall be done with it.
Of course, things might not be so sweet.
We may bleed from all of our pores for more than a week.
Forgotten at a random street.
With melting skin. Too weak to let anybody know we are (still) among the living.
Oh, there I go. The pessimist.
We can always see the brighter side: cosmetic surgery. What an opportunity!
Sure, we might become an amputee. If we survive the gamma fever… I’ll stop here.
None of these will ever be!
God is on our side, you see?
He created this entire Universe
for our delight!
The least we can do is to make use of it…
We may have broken a tiny piece.
Such a small defect.
No one can see.
We are too busy admiring the reflex of our perfect skin.
No time to waste on kinship.
I think this looking glass has special properties.
It makes me feel fulfilled.
It is custom-made to fit my needs.
I can’t even notice that blood is dripping from that almost invisible gap.
Ain’t nobody got time for that!
Just a minor tiny cut. I’m pretty sure it’s almost healed.
I might get really hurt by addressing it. It’s best to let it be.
I might go deep into that void.
How dangerous could that be?
Surely there’s nothing special behind this silvered glass sheet.
It doesn’t look like anything to me.
If down was up, the west was east, would I still plainly believe?
If the only way to advance was stepping back if I didn’t urge to fill the slack, would I dare to face the facts?
Or would I laugh in disbelief when writing this sort of rubbish piece?
That has no purpose, states no means.
Holds no special values. Profit it does not seek.
It lacks a good argument.
Builds upon false premises.
Has no scientific validity…
What is the use of random words that don’t mean a thing?
That is precisely the one thing money cannot buy, no tutorial could ever teach.
What these lines can express goes far beyond what eyes could ever hope to see.
No sort of language would ever grasp or faintly reach.
All that fits between the “b” and the “e”
requires feelings for a proper outreach…