Wednesday, May 04, 2016

Cover this brain...




































Cover this brain...

Cover this brain
Bring the foot to the sky
Kneeling will comfort no one
Screaming has been prohibited long time ago
The inspector is being severely inspected
There is no return from here on
(Has there ever been?)
Encouraging the madness is of ambiguous intentionality
Nevertheless you have been chosen
You who’s watching me
With your potential faces
Questionable soulfulness and the such
Rediscovering constantly who we are
Slowing down the massacre
Does it make any sense?
Breathing softly in the middle of a crashing implosion
No wonder this will change us all…


Dimitri Tsiapkinis,

York, November 2015