i might just be the one...
whom they spant into the mouth....

i keep forgetting what it might be
to feel like
transcending the average...
rising above...
to have the chance to transcend...
to elevate the base
human "right"...

no... i want to be the anchor...
i want to be brought down
to a reality...
i want...
something of a Pontius Pilate
role...

the good student the student
of worths and the one
to harvest sleeping ambitions...
i don't want to educate people...
i don't want to rise above them...
be like me...
however many youtube videos...
easily "they" they "they" comes
across the sort of women
who "should" be bound
to psychiatric institutions...

what is herr schizoid-gehirn:
my grandfather still asks me:
what is really wrong with you?
i reply: what these times
"think" is necessary...

i don't want to "rise above"...
let's leave the matter
to worth being a demand for sinking...
if in this Vestern liberal
democracy:

ja, nie, pacierz(a) wart...
ja ten "sam": obojętnym tkwim: w tym
co nadal trwa..
(w almost fart?)

bilingual is the new schizophrenic...
and i thought...
before these monolingual mongols
had their sway....
could somehow forget their tourism...
and "if", and "if" they could have...

i don't want a story worthwhile akin
to ELTON in the rocketman
or FREDDY in the bohemian... rhap...
i want to be the anchor:
and this ship before me....
no, did i, no, did i, no i didn't sink
it... but will i drag it to the breadth
and the lurk of all the other
measurements...

i still not be no god-forsaken star...
let my body better the tomb
and look into a shadow:
a non-expectation non-leaving behind
stout...
i want to be the same and one
among the one of you...
i too want an italy to escape to...
or a greece:
(I) thank the gods to only have to allow
myself to escape to the faroe islands!

no... there's not need to lift humanity
above its own stature and status...
certain times of humanity require an anchor,
it requires someone to drag
it down... to reach the democratic plateau...
because: too many, "too many"
people have arrived at the complaint
of: "not being first"...

being spat in the mouth; surrogate nations
and abhorred mothers;
we all could wish everything to be
a microcosm of events...
to have to push into an effort
the bored sentences of replica
and my otherwise...

but then: where rome could have
arrived,
and this lettering that's as poignant
as... what faith am i to have...
given the nag hammadi, library?

if i came up to a modern banker
he's tell me: you'r bilingual: there are two heads
upon your shoulders...
but if i oink the same fact to
the competing man...
he's give me the schizophrenic "question"...
yes... metaphorically...
i am split-brains...
two languages...
and by that signature of "logic":
i do not want to rise above what's
being celebrated...

before me, a ship of humanity,
no star... anchor, anchor...
if the ship needs to sink...
the ship will sink!
it doesn't require anyone to save it!
no one was going to save
the Titanic...
the iceberg was a testament
of the most inevitable!

i don't need a chance at a t.v. talent contest...
or a nodding-approval
grandma should say yay or nay...
to rise above is to be found to be nodding...
to "rise"...
i rather entomb myself around
the concept of a sinking sensation...
to elevate the concept of gravity:
via sinking...
to have to compensate the original: in air...
being bound to, water...

and granny dynamic of dialectic...

rise to what above?
at least sinking implies:
into no depth of consolidation.