BODY Journal

(I. Borders)

I hear noise
My ear has blocked
in silence  
peace can be in a blockade
my coronary tooth fell out
I lost my crown
but it did not fall from Jesus
Jesus' corona - a painted picture
of instapainters
instantly
I hear noise
white red white red
the piece is big
it smells of stale meat
H.C.A.B.
sounds instantly
even if hide it on the windowsill
I'm afraid the piece will fall prey
bone eroded by the cat
my green-grey forest -  crown of miracles
of the world’s void
of my noise, rattling, muffled shout
somewhere in silence
red white red white
red
w
h
i
t
e
he listens to me instantly
...............................................................
(II. Beyond the red lines)

I hear noise
Same ear is blocked
the movement is blocked
in silence 
in my small couch 
that I can barely move
and I can barely breathe
I sleep and wake up
again and again
and all the same
and this is timeless 
there is nothing specific in selfisolation
specifically when you realize that
it has been a condition of your own (non)existence
for the last 15 years
nothing unusual in lonliness
nothing unusual in being in lockdown 
without people around
just appearence of presence
shiny lipstick
a confortable mind lockdown
cant stick the holes in the walls
phisicaly selfisolated body
is reflecting exactly what mind is going through
free from any appearence
my grey strings in hair
my red hole from the fallen tooth
my  right ear deafness 
with white noise window into
more alive than ever
i still A
i finnely M
present



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