1. DISCOMFORT II

An absurd panic overwhelms me
True nature I can not see
As I realise I am imprisoned
By my own eyes in surrealism.

Why seek the truth, which has no intrinsic value?
There is no use in all our normative pursuits,
So set thyself free,
Indulge in the unreal bliss of ignorance

Observants’ eyes are all we have - if only I was ubiquitous.

“Es ist nicht mehr als ein moralisches Vorurtheil, dass Wahrheit mehr werth ist als Schein;

Discomfort!
Wallow forth!


2. DISCOMFORT I

Infinite and
Beyond our grasp - inherently - the truth constantly unfolds
Through calculation and development, but never will we know It all;
It’s infinite!

Near perfection still has its flaws.
Would you blindly trust in what, one thinks, knows it all?


3. SATURNINE, CONSOLATION

Un paon braille - je tiens sa plume.
Je sens la chaleur du soleil
Dans ma peau et même l’eau,
Si claire, luit comme de l’or.

Ces étés eternels -
Que je tiens dans mon coeur -
Jamais je les perdrai, jamais…
Jamais je perds.

Those days of peace and no regrets,
They are slowly fading into the past.
I am losing sight,
Since the world does not seem to shine as bright.

Gloom persistently
Kept me from rest.
But I retrieved my solace, reliving those sunlit summers,
Now nothing can somber my thoughts.


4. ABSOLVED

Restless, vague, incoherent
Thoughts are whirling, interfering…
Said he - eloquently, considered his drunkenness
…With my intention, to ignore my consciousness.

See, I’m having some inner turmoil,
Urging me to finally be truthful.
No longer can I feign
To accept what is wrong with our being.”

Thereon he proceeded to beat
The living daylights out of his friend he was seeing.
Panting, astonished by his own strength,
He realised how he felt: free.