I am not writing in English
I am translating from foreign thoughts
into one of the common misrepresentations of thoughts
known as human language

if I use verses in Polish
will I ever get closer?
to what?

all thoughts are faster than light
how about that ?
A,B,C,D articulators !

for the moment the only thing that matters is to put middle of nowhere
with some scenic route blue skies and simmering ocean
in your still breathing life you forgot to carry with caution and love
dream
unless you really don’t give a fuck if your cosmic river suddenly dries up
in a ghetto
that some ass-hole politician called yesterday a paradise
screaming the word through the idiot box inside the four walls
you happen to inhabit for some bank on top of three dimensional food chain
and even thought you try so hard not to watch it or be watched
this primitive channelling works both ways
so why don’t you close your eyes
and turn that thing off in yourself
now
this is a starting point of another shot at freedom

another day
evolves into being
attaches itself to your brains
magnifies
as you try to brace for life
otherwise known
as orchestrated piece of conflicting episodes
masquerading as nights and days
or
beginnings reaching out
to hallucinating
violently torn ends

it is late

you realise
reality of NOW is further from the truth
than reality of NEVER
still life pressed for time
you move your limbs between the two
frustrated
by the  line being so thin
your fingers bleed all the way from birth
to Heavens
and you are still
a man
without an exit
another day evolves into Being
foreign substance that
attaches itself to your brains
magnifies
as you try to brace for its life
orchestrated downpour of episodes
conflicting nights and days
or
beginnings
reaching out to violently torn ends
wherever you turn
they run up to you empty
hallucinating

it is late

late to realize
reality of NOW is further from the truth
than reality of EVER
still life pressed for time
you move your limbs between the two
frustrated
by the line being so thin
your fingers bleed all the way from birth
to Heavens
and you are still
a man
without an exit

will you ever
now
realise
there are times in the past
and there are times in the future
and there are times in the now
all bent with space
on miracle of MIND
to tell the difference
when making them out
and you
invent yourself
from time to time

but they are all ONE
vibrating along
danse macabre of energy
as a matter of live everything
expressing
thought

slow down
the future
can
be
sedated
now
think

now