President Besters Alimony

Euphoria as a trick, beloved but denied
Hidden in an agenda of means
«Breed behind the instincts, feed the masses!»
Stationary dreams, taken swift in a glimpse
To race dimensions in a single grain, multiplicity!
Find sanctuary in the Eleysian sandcastle
Feel the stench of mass hysterias cauldron
See the branch easily brake
To hit the ground, merciless smiles from above
Surrendered to the miracle of death… A lesson to beg for
Marked as a Man I stand, behold the tide is rising
Nor a trixster, nor a fool, engulfed in coal
Hastily on the way to other «planets», whirling
To bloom in the horizons, to settle in the shade
A cure for the stream: To blend the evolution
As it leaps into tomorrow