Our blinded wishes are circulating
through the vertical gardens
just like a headless chicken.
I am turning my head around
following the rainbow socks
of the young guy on the train.
Everyone else is staring into their mobile phones
whilst outside, the real rainbow is shining.
The colourful light
peaking through the stained glass windows
has slowly filled up emptied churches.
The streets are being revived
only by the voices of their residents
singing from their balconies in
unity.
An archaic hunger has taken over us.
The reality has merged into one of your dystopian ideas.
Vo
vertikálnych záhradách krúžia
slepé
túžby ako sliepky bez zrna.
Otáčam
sa za dúhou na ponožkách
mladíka
vo vlaku.
Všetci
hľadia do mobilov
kým
vonku žiari naozajstná dúha.
Prázdne
kostoly zaplnilo farebné svetlo vitráží
&
ulice ožívajú len spevom ľudí z balkónov.
Opantal
nás archaický hlad.
Realita
splynula s jednou z tvojich dystopií.
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