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walking beneath the come-to-life shadows of frozen ash trees,
the raindrops are invisible, cold blades,
my juicy Pavlovian reflexes disappear,
transience pushed to the fore,
life carries this fermentation within itself,
rows of people's eyes opened wide like butterflies,
there should not be more suffering,
there should be more beauty; everyone should have a corner,
a house from which they cannot be thrown out, where they can hide,
every life has the right to grow,
but most people would rather believe: they deserve more,
inequality is the lung cancer of civilisation,
in the twenty-first century, nothing has changed:
we live in perverted hierarchies,
the lust for power is ridiculous, the structures are frightening,
the hunger for power is terrifying, the lie is painful,
propaganda is disgusting – almost identical wherever you look,
walking beneath the come-to-life shadows of frozen ash trees,
towards dawn I walk, with a hidden hope,
for a more beautiful, friendlier monster,
for a few truth-telling pairs of eyes,
even so, I know full well: I can get fucked, these are only hopes
my pointless dreams.