Henry Banner is my friend. We are never apart, he stays by my side from morning to night. He will always be there for me when things are tough. The problem with Henry is that he doesn't have a driving ... [+]
I walk around the voided saloon
peeping the puppet museum for life
in vain: there's nothing but wood and time in here
everything is but what it seems –
abortions of being
(negative expectations)
I look around, wondering:
these puppets can play Greek, Shakespearean tragedies;
yet they hang still, waiting attentively... why?
I look for the exit
without conviction
under the opaque eyes of the wooden troupes
I wander in circles to the sound of my uncertain steps
each movement seems more and more
and more absurd in here
time itself begins to gain
a wood-like substance
unlike our rotting corpses
i feel my strange body afloat –
the threads linking me to existence
suddenly shine against the still air in the room...
peeping the puppet museum for life
in vain: there's nothing but wood and time in here
everything is but what it seems –
abortions of being
(negative expectations)
I look around, wondering:
these puppets can play Greek, Shakespearean tragedies;
yet they hang still, waiting attentively... why?
I look for the exit
without conviction
under the opaque eyes of the wooden troupes
I wander in circles to the sound of my uncertain steps
each movement seems more and more
and more absurd in here
time itself begins to gain
a wood-like substance
unlike our rotting corpses
i feel my strange body afloat –
the threads linking me to existence
suddenly shine against the still air in the room...