"Neokafkian Phantasmagorie Now"

Your name is suddenly different

You stare at the possibility

Of being obligated.

Of being captured.

Captivated.

Debrained.

Beheaded.


Are you now a thing?

Are you now a property?

Imaginary entity

Has proclaimed its right to devour you

Because of your

Longitude

And your latitude.


Show now your attitude

And your aptitude

At serving this

Never ceasing hunger


Be a toy for its lust for power.

Be A servant of demons.

Be a prey be a shadow

Of what you could be...

Could you be free?


In a dream i saw a place

Where ten boys were standing in a row

Almost naked, they were called to a room.

And i was among them.

An elderly woman

With a black heliotrope aura

Was leading our ways there.

Medical imposters

Fake doctors

Played their roles smoothly

As the conveyor of flesh

Moved on.

My way as a dreamer was different

But not for those nine boys.

As they got deeper

Into the merciless machine

To lose any remnant of self.

Moonisland 2020

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