there is only one way to look at it
if you are blind
unless you open your mind to possibilities
you wonder
how did all that happen
first to body and soul
then to sky above
and to flowing landscape of death and life
with me at a bloody crossroads of both
demonic and divine
will I be the last one to finally see how that goes down
this untamed fate
iconographic chain of events on subject of
“nothing is OK”
with constructs of the fallen universe
going on in here
in my head
verse by verse according to imaginary script
with working title
“is it me or is it the world around?”
enough
going to bed at last
where people love to die
so they could be finally found
by human services right after being touched
by the soft hands of God
for now
I left this week empty to watch it again
when my mind can apply content to it
better than bits and pieces
broken lines
and make them fit into the script
after I relearn how to walk and speak
in this rough device:
universe of mine