The silent cicada

Within a silence, skipped a few trivial perceptions,
like others. I stared out the train window,
as people usually do;

The glistening sunlight warmed their faces,
projected the entire light spectra of the Sun on their foreheads;
so I could see some coloured lines on their skin,
is the reality the only beauty?

then Cecilia Payne's name came to my mind,

how smart she was,

and how the contemporary idiots

wanted to block her work.

As usual.
Despite the fact that we can understand nature,
we try to be as stupid as we can.
If they did not understand that we were on the ball,
they thought we were living on flat ground
and the gods are behind the clouds,
after Galileo and Bruno's murder,
gods moved to the cosmos,
when we reached that by rocket
they changed their minds,
and their gods are now just virtual entities
which lives in your soul. And That's it.
Most people always need a lie.
I do not care why.
My silly thoughts on a train

The moisture drew a contour around us by tiny white crosses;
we were like chalk-edged victims of our transience.

I pretended a sleeping.
The orange and purple-coloured chaos,
blinked behind my closed eyelids,
the blue was the rarest; its dots formed
your white smile that liquefied me,
but I do not want to be a confluence of any river.
Rudolf Komorous's "Sweet Queen."
tried to shake my headphone magnets,
I loved how it separated me from others,
as people often do,

this song reminded me of Nietzsche's moustache,
miniaturised blackbirds on my head
made all minutes ordinary like me,

to who all their hopes are their survival,

and the understanding of those things 

which seems to be simple for all others around me,

I am stupid. Who felt that
time is a vast imaginary field;
with touchable flesh,
and walking on its surface might be possible,

This is the weeping present.
That will be the happy past.
That was the future. Did you see it?
The train passes only flying dreams of landscapes,
to be a part of them, while I realised

that the land could be in the REM phase

this is why it is changing so rapidly.

I am silly, so I still believe that
time is the funniest innovation of man's frightening,

we breathe with it. While
the train's teeth are cracking on the metal,
crack, cling, clang.

Time is going on. Time went on.

What if I had not been a biological thing?

What should I have invented against my fears?

In five minutes, I'll feel her perfume,
In six minutes, her palm will be on my face,
I'll be a child for a few seconds,
I would give you everything I have.
if you do not need it,

I will leave everything in front of your heart;

my thoughts were cut out, 
and I left them on the ground, too.

If you do not want them, please skip over them.
I am about to find the quietest word I can say;
perhaps it is only a sigh.
Does anything matter?
Does any of this make sense?
I can remember when I was sixteen, I stopped eating meat.
People laughed at me and bothered me with stupid questions.
"Are you a rabbit?"
I was confused
and did not understand
why they were a mixture of stupidity and cruelty.

I still do not get what makes someone evil.

I was enjoying this trip,

wanted to be covered

my mom's hug at the train station,

she did not know I was thinking about my last abscond,

I never want to let her know I am in pain,

everything is easier when things just happen,

and I smile,

I try to not lie,

want to be hidden, and ------>

quiet,

and love them all,

from far away.