Material specialism, men became a clean machine
chemical adjusted to survive on these mountains
of waste,
the presence representative,
the inside probably rotten.
The psycho-analyst spreading his diagnosis
all around and created a universe
of anxious patients
trying to escape and ready to fight
for a heavenly future,
a global scientific experiment
underneath the magnanimous sun
to sustain the burned out
stock exchange.
(manipulation of a free mind)
An eye for an eye, a teeth for a teeth,
turning the other cheek,
could we be that meek,
this week I’m descending
from a luscious peak.
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