Neurotics of the Sanitorial Reality.

Here & there I'm standingNot an act of sublimationHumanatory activities still undefinedAnswer my one questionBefore you keep on with all that judgementary sanitarial suggestionWhat is human

If you give me that answer I shall stay silentSanity was not gifted to the human mindMind, with all that apparatus, was not born to stay saneInsanity is the real commitment you worship

You wrote & wroteAs an observer, "informed" the humanityWhat makes you different from usYou too, write what you seeA little blinder than usYet we were gifted to bless up the surface with all the conceptuality

Tell me nowIf you only were able to read about the "objective truth"Would you be inspired, or informed enoughTo tell the world about our sanitorial actuaries

No dear, the real projection is youYour denials are suchWe present the unaccepted truthTo the ones brave enough, or wait, "neurotic" enough toOpen their eyes in the shadows of sanitorial reality

Creation is not a matter of choiceAnother being withinCreatures inscribed in mindWe were gifted, but please, before applying your prideLet us let you experience what are the means crucified in our soulTake it all away, everything, destroy it

Tell me nowDo you still have anything more than water covering the huge rock?

If you were ripped out the sensations it brought withinTell me now

How long would you be able to breathe in your neurotic insanity

Displace us, what shall be our replacement that would cover the loss of your eternal soul

You will reap what you sow in your flesh & bones, and nothing withinUse the same fonts and title over and over

Tell me nowIf you think it's possible to recover

When naming the sanity, calling the gifted under ridiculous namesInstead of appreciation, you owe them, for they were the ones gifted with immortal pain

Bearing the truth of eternity

Tell me now,In this world, this huge rock, and nothing yet to come

Would you still & gradually be able to breathe?