the lost biology

Slowly and down;
without your acidic habits,
my metastasis is this negation,
where I have to be those things you think about me;
this is a room somewhere in a small particle;
this is the village I lived in my first seventeen years;
I hate it,
I loathe these Central European countries,
these horrible incubators
where tolerance is an anomalous exception or abnormality,
where freedom is something most people do not even understand;

Slowly and down;
there is an August, somewhen 2023;
we are getting burned here,
but we still eat crude oil,
we still love money and capitalism.

I was in Budapest yesterday,
and next Thursday,
I will go back to Manchester;
I do not want to fly,
but there is no real alternative;
no train option; no other option;
because it is not a business;
this age is the age of disgusting.
Idiots;
no difference:
the whole human civilisation is a terrible hell;
we burn;
I feel like a virus that does not even has consciousness,
just do what other billion viruses do around it;
eat, replicate itself;
eat more, eat much more,
replicate; eat more additional;
eat in advance;
and try to pretend it is more important than others;
consume more;
reproduce itself;

Slowly and more deeply down;
I would not say I like being here;
this is now Ekecs;
there is a warm;
this room originally was my parents' bedroom;
the old radiator is like an ivory-coloured denture;
the walls are silent shadow holders;
and I want to get my sleep with some dream where
You and I sit on some other planet or
we are in an atomic-sized spacecraft,
we do not have bodies;
we could talk,
but we do not want; and do not need to talk;
you would not have a hand
but I could stroke it;
and you could smile without a head and mouth;
and I can see it and grin back;
our metastasis is something very different from this;
we would not be the kind of primitive creatures we are now;
we were body and biology-lost humans from 2500 or later,
and all this horrible age I am now
would be just history.