Coma - YU55

I Adam Polak I lay on meadow
With ghost... Under of shining point-wise heaven
With frozen ceiling. Not-fiting dreams
Pushing with rows more or less
From under eyelids heats squeezed tears,
What for me they just cleaned visibility.
Emotion, weakness mixed with fear
And they caused the excess of impressions, that I had cracked under pressure.

From cracking on the peak of the forehead crack
Extensive began expanding to glide,
She swelled with the light, deep into. Light in pupils
Waking up the awareness, unevenly
But deep into unraveling for me a crack cut
Elaborate cities internal of my couples.
They tumbled down border tongue, law,
Conventions, distance, forms, truth.

Meadow having turned with breast up
She swallowed silence as thick as pea soup
Military. Through the thinnest milk Cloud
From behind her left bank, a fly is flying up
Glowing ultrablue and is saying,
He is chatting to me with the belief, like the speaker.
I know, although from a distance for her a word isn't heard,
I know that a case is beginning anew.

In the background full, silver head.
King moon, eye, spotlight, is getting
All-important matter. Dreamlike
Fly in the film set like at Von Trier
He is expanding and will approach. What behind the specimen!
Not a fly it, ah! But planetoid!
The ghost in me trembled and groaned with longing
He got the memory of the reactionary form out of himself.