We are still creatures,
bound by the rules of logic,
superficial commitments
boil the truth.
Make the jump,
but only with full grasp!
Am I losing important links?

Is it that my intuition
is screaming?
Or is it just dry envy
whispering
that I am too weak
to be so good?
Am I seeing something more?
Or was it just the usual nightmare?

The realm of values
and the physical world
is being distorted like
Dalí’s dream.

My nightly vision was so clear:
Something was absorbing
thoughts of human beings,
under smooth talks,
tender words.

They left the untouched bodies
and the skulls white.

All were made
to break down the structure
from the inside.
What are the hidden reasons,
on a small and larger scale?

We live by metaphors,
blindly believing
that the reason is still strong.
But some things only appear innocent,
shaping sharp rocks.