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You are an advertising pillar
Every morning they plaster you
With photos, dates and ticket prices
For million different shows and works
You are so warmly clothed
They clothed well even your eyes and
The layer of fragrant glossy paper
Now is thicker than your body
You swim into a sea of images
A sea of educating pictures
A figurative civilization
You are a banner in the meeting
Of the images
And you smile in a deep bliss
And you mourn
For those naked walls
Who haven’t got their funds
In this boring world as it is,
The world as it is
But when you’re left alone
In your room
You can never
Close your eyes and
You understand
That you’re not different –
Not different from the naked pillars.
And in a perfect rainy morning
You go outside to take a walk
Your glue begins to liquefy and
Your paper starts becoming squashy
It sloughs off falling on the pavement
And there it turns to mud and silt
So you are left completely naked
Trembling with cold in the wet October
And what you feel is something fearful
It’s not the feeling of a freeman
You have no more any armour
You have nothing to protect you
You complain of the posters
You tell that it was illusion
You blame it, you accuse it
Of having cheated you
But the nude wet baby
Who newly came out from the womb
Hasn’t clothes nor yet posters
But he looks like he is happy
It seems he possesses something else
And you have nothing
And nothing inside you is real
And nothing inside us is real
You’re not real
We’re not real
You’re not re.