poniedziałek, 11 sierpnia 2014


Influence is Influenza—an astral disease. (Harold Bloom)

To be, or not to be, that is the question—
To be - definitely ends up with congestion
Following our fathers in endless breeding
Race of holy life and possession ceding

To be - an endless ocean that yet has coast
To be – a stone suspended in air to hit
To be – a lamp limping as aught took its post
The greatest creation however unfit

To melt in - evaporate right in thin air
To sleep a centennial dream in a beast’s lair
Choked with lustful apple - waiting for hope
To be or not to be – to give up – to cope?

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