cavernous night
the light of a remote star
swishing the face of the retarded android
plastic sheets over walls
„come to the colonies where life is wonderful”
„buy a pet, ’does not smear the carpet”
Golden Gate in the great city’s half-shade
the ray of light perforating the iris
looks for what one only may suppose
that stays behind the look
the loneliness of the hunter before the final assault
is an origami floating in the bath tube

we all dream of electric sheep
with their strong jaws clenched on the bone
a strange echo breaks a window in time
seafood in the plate does not taste like sea anymore
up there, in the remote colonies
silence has no time to exhale itself
like through the gate of an abatis
out there life is begging for another year
with each beating of the heart