President Besters Alimony


Euphoria as a trick, beloved but denied,
Hidden in an agenda of means
"Breed behind the instincts, feed the masses!"
Stationary dreams, taken swift in a glimpse

To race dimensions in a single grain, multiplicity!
Find sanctuary in the Eleysian sandcastle

Feel the stench of mass hysterias cauldron,
See the branch easily brake
To hit the ground, merciless smiles from above
Surrendered to the miracle of deathA lesson to beg for

Marked as a Man I stand, behold the tide is rising
Nor a trixster, nor a fool, engulfed in coal,
Hastily on the way to other "planets", whirling
To bloom in the horizons, to settle in the shade

A cure for the stream: To blend the evolution,
As it leaps into tomorrow







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