TIME AND SPACE IN THE CROSSHAIRS

In the crosshairs of time and space, no one has the right to compare me to anyone.

Otherwise, I rarely care anymore, because they all acted foolishly

they thought they knew me like the judgmental clueless, who

I have been honest enough

from the pious shackles of friendship because it has become more important to them

foolable, deceitful blindness, like unconditional trust

or commended sympathy.

My imperfection, if ever, was

he could be faithful and loyal

child-faith-I wanted-not-to-be-broken

human associations that are somewhat equal

we could be partners. To see, many will feel,

that this unworthy generation will return

the holy moments of peace,

when empathy-tolerance is given

he carried a wise admonition,

and the many unworthy, false Janus

rather, he was hanged or just deliberately

neglected.

Man can be destroyed just as

the Wagner twilight of the colonies and empires -

you can be creative when you are creative

his mind is rioting in the struggle for the power of possession.

If you are pathetic, dissolute behind the Will you have been getting

more often the fikracky instinct of life is shaken

the best experience is just falling

it remains at last.

And never to be given away

you should stand there proudly, with your head raised

or paroled, as if it were a right and a privilege

that it is possible to march with impunity. Because

now all have become suspicious who are naive and deceitful

gullible. He's too confident in his worldly affairs.

He has-had-become a toy for small-time, usurping toys.

The slug-slip of words is an unworthy mode, if it is certain

it threatens to brainwash - there should be no point in participating. - Forbidden-lost

train will slow down and click with the noise of wheels splintered

Hamlet-due to skulls…