I’m suffering from the assault of real things, living or still, their power and shapes force me into a great deal of pain… They restrain my ability to speak, or write or read freely.

Could I be non-existent so I’d be swimming among dreams. Dreams are only reality’s defaults, not enough for me.

I could create non-things and non-senses like one of those bloody gods, but only if the primary dictionary separates “creating” from “being”.

I should be non-living, misshapen for being able to craft lively.

 

 

(art by Jacek Yerka)