The anemones get extinguished while the ants are working hectically.


The birds are constantly losing each other while they scream
in this present morning and tomorrow.

So beautiful.

If you don't look too closely...


*


Experiences without much value and excesses in objections are presented with the aim of being able to continue living without a state of consciousness. Compassion is not enough for anything other than protecting oneself from harsh words and suffering from suffering in self-chosen degrees. Everything is paid for with a kind of blind humiliation, with even more suffering and the crassness of death.


*


A downpour comes.

At first clattering, then calmly and quietly.


I see the crows in the field working-eating hard in the rain.

They swallow worms and insects.

They don't understand my gaze.


They cried

while they couldn't even think

that they were unimportant.


*


The little human is overshadowed;
deceived and deprived of any life in freedom.

QUESTION IT!

Be obstinate against the smiles of the oppressors
and mercilessly undermine their nonsense!


*


The days continue to pass by.
Constantly trapped and bound,
but unopened.


Tiresome.


It is so convenient to crawl away and let life slip away.

Your possessions.

Worthless things.


The jaw must run.



Played relevance,
reckless stupidity is verbalized,
materialized; incompetence has no filter.


The cowards do not seek the Answer of Life.

They gather their desires
into their ideal
and then repeat them
until the illusion has become a prison.


Feel the weathering of idiocy and lies in harmony:

The cretins bound in oppression cry empty and fake.