this is zero

ever confused farwells  
chains of l'esprit d'escaliers  
innuendos, leading in distortion  
saturation of own experience  
overlapping with lack of cultural knowledge  
with lack of political knowledge  
with lack of historian knowledge  
all the dullness of competitive geist of so much coveted vis-a-vis  
makes holes in my head  
filling with chimera of capitalist reality, so omnipresent  
between punks, artists or renegades.  
it's odd, twisted and sick  
for disdaining dualism of west  has managed to venom  
everybody of us..  
invisible northeless how tight!..  
nay, all these pretty bollocks is immanently present  
this is never guts  
 to jump,  
 to shout,  
to cut  all this infernal moments  
summarized in realms  
friends become best enemies sometimes  
while enemies become best friends  
all the lessons are too transient  
convinctions getting to be quite obsolete..  
 
Almighty Nada, rise!..  
let us rejoice in eachother  hands  
let us accomplish our folly  
for  gain just iote of wisdom  
hello, every creature  
her majesty Nada arrives  
she would might  land on our island of missing  
she will grin her most vicious grin and conduct the destruction  
might it be grand distruction  
might it be purification  
this is zero