skończyła mi się paroksetyna

*

woman gives birth to a hand of dust
nurse tries to hold it together but then
doctor sneezes and the dust
is blown away

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*

it wasn't always like this
I can vaguely remember something else

a time before the fog
before your faces were swallowed
by the dark shapeless void
before your voices disintegrated
and turned into random scratchings
with no meaning
before feelings detached
like sick branches of a diseased tree
fell to the ground
and rotted away

it wasn't always like this
visions of something different
haunt my chaotic dreams

like parasites feeding on misery
they bring nothing but longing
with nothing to long for

we are lost

we are lost
we will never be found

nobody is searching for us
there are no maps
no stars in the sky
sun does not rise

we are lost

there is nowhere to go
there is nowhere to return
nothing to look for
nothing to remember

we are lost
we will never be found

the last moment

the last moment
will be like any other moments
exept for the fact
that there will be no moments after that moment

and that is all
nothing special about it
in fact
every moment is the last moment
only not for you
yet

even though the last moment
is just like every other moments
the very fact that it is the last moment
in this collection of moments that is ones life
gives this moment unique power
to create hudge terror
and to destroy everything else

at the same time
nothing happens
and the soul is burned to ashes

this is the last moment
every moment is the last moment
only not for you
yet

a poem nobody understands

there is a poem
that nobody understands

unknown author of this poem
disappeared long time ago
in the black ocean of the past

still his peculiar words continue to haunt this world
and every once in a while
somebody tries to make sense out of them

but they always fail

the meaning remains hidden
trapped under the layers of words
locked hopelessly in the cell
made of strange metaphores

it is there
waiting

it was always there

right in front of you
never seen

Indeed...

Many said I was too extreme when I first called for the annihilation of the human species, as well as some of the more cunning monkeys. But after living on Earth, I can tell you that I am, if anything, too merciful.

Bender (Futurama, s.01 ep.05)

on crooked swastikas in my garden flowers grow

a man lives between cracks in the floor
of an abandoned shoe factory

there is no way of knowing how he got there
one day he opened his eyes
and there he was
stuck in this dark, decaying space

from this dusty fortress he watches
how everything falls into nothing
how every moment, every second
whole world disappears* screaming in terror

and yet it doesn't help at all
for no matter how many executions you witness
you are never ready for your own

*or perhaps not, sometimes he wonders
in moments of terrible fear
perhaps it's just another lie
so many lies already in the open, why not one more?
for maybe there is no nothing
maybe there is just everything
stuck eternally in one horrible moment