i am a suspension of reality
strung between
the nickel of the earth
and the argon of the sky
unable am i to move about freely
i float
more than i walk
i am a lucid dream
trapped in a fever dream
i am caught in a clutch !
the mighty spur of the bird
ascends me – we soar
above the Bohemian townland
i am the pure wish to understand
the humiliating failure to comprehend
i have no mouth yet i must scream
i have no ears
yet i still hear the sound of mad laughter
i perceive time differently
my needs are vampyric
and i make love to the moon
the boughs are burning beneath me
but who am i to care ?
i am rendered gelatinous, doomed to no form –
the final amorphous stages of human biology
is spent in humiliation
above the rustic skyline colors dance
above the earth's curvature
the shadowry of a hundred spires
of which i am one
scrape the integument of eternity
i wander about
lost like a dog
aloof like a cat
in Kafka's Prague
by twilight
Uppsala's premier sewer-rat - the town's least prolific amateur wordsmith. poetry-attempts seeped in the historical, the mythical and the ever-so-human. A fiery follower of the 'Poete maudit' tradition. Apocalypticist and eschatological. Anti-modern. Decadent, spiritual, extreme, beautiful, dystopian, romantic. Personal, confessional, devotional. Everything posted = work in progress. This blog writes under the banner of, and in ever allegiance to, The End Commune (2012-2022; revived in 2025)
Sunday, February 25, 2024
"LOST IN A KAFKAESQUE PRAGUE"
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