Exaltation 2

Down below to the hum of the pavers
I watched the gasoline flowing
Though it was more like poetry
There was aminoshine in my blood
I quietly contemplated euthanasia
Poetry moved with the drug
I would have loved to lose the creature
But all I lost was my view of the street
In front of my eyes a shroud of terror
All my muscles tensed to the breaking point
So I became stressed
I looked outside and I found
Only what we should be ashamed to look for
Workers occupied the subway
Evening was coming down heralding midnight
I begged for one last second
From death's second-in-command, the Time of
                All Things
I was taken to the furthest room
To shoot me, to deprive me of my sanity
It's a parish, an overload of your mind
I become bones lying at the bottom of the sea
The unreliable sun now flows through my veins
And I can't, I can't measure
Its length, the dimensions of its suffering
I am burned, my wings are torn off
From the height of its absolutely free fall
I feel unjustly little
I can only catch the air
And beg someone
To press the "off" button on the remote control
Till the scents of immortality
Lured me to the flowerbeds
Of wonderful hallucinations
It's called over-exposure, quo over-status
Falling beyond definitions
Beyond the concepts
Beyond the perceptible
I have conquered fear
I have conquered pain
I have conquered humanity
I have conquered the overdosed
I could not prevent
I overcame that suicide
Of which I was personally guilty
And with that, I have conquered death itself

Немель, 2022