Anticlimax

Gory Blister

'To feel the colour of darkness
 Caressed by this freezing breeze... Nooo!'

 No reflections from a waterpool
 Will feed allucinations

 Art is left to burn on the stake
 To bestow life into the highest form

 Experience
 When meaning is no more possible

 A different form, it is needed
 The higher level of perception:
 The unspeakable!

 To be dead in an empty page
 ANTICLIMAX
 The negative utopia

 No metaphor will heal
 The crisis of words

 Which makes the mind ask for more
 When words repeat themselves.

 ...to eternity
 And meaning is no more possible

 A different form, it is needed
 The higher level of perception:
 The unspeakable!

 To be DEATH in an empty page
 ANTICLIMAX
 The negative utopia of art.

 Still to be written