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Neurotics of the Sanitorial Reality.

  • Writer: Ceyda Güzelsevdi
    Ceyda Güzelsevdi
  • Oct 20, 2020
  • 2 min read

Here & there I'm standing

Not an act of sublimation

Humanatory activities still undefined

Answer my one question

Before you keep on with all that judgementary sanitarial suggestion

What is human


If you give me that answer I shall stay silent

Sanity was not gifted to the human mind

Mind, with all that apparatus, was not born to stay sane

Insanity is the real commitment you worship


You wrote & wrote

As an observer, "informed" the humanity

What makes you different from us

You too, write what you see

A little blinder than us

Yet we were gifted to bless up the surface with all the conceptuality


Tell me now

If you only were able to read about the "objective truth"

Would you be inspired, or informed enough

To tell the world about our sanitorial actuaries



No dear, the real projection is you

Your denials are such

We present the unaccepted truth

To the ones brave enough, or wait, "neurotic" enough to

Open their eyes in the shadows of sanitorial reality


Creation is not a matter of choice

Another being within

Creatures inscribed in mind

We were gifted, but please, before applying your pride

Let us let you experience what are the means crucified in our soul


Take it all away, everything, destroy it


Tell me now

Do you still have anything more than a water covering the huge rock?


If you were ripped out the sensations it brought within

Tell me now


How long would you be able to breathe in your neurotic insanity


Displace us, what shall be our replacement that would cover the loss of your eternal soul


You will reap what you sow in your flesh & bones, and nothing within

Use the same fonts and title over and over


Tell me now

If you think it's possible to recover


When naming the sanity, calling the gifted under ridiculous names

Instead of appreciation, you owe them, for they were the ones gifted with immortal pain

Bearing the truth of eternity



Tell me now,

In this world, this huge rock, and nothing yet to come


Would you still & gradually be able to breathe?




 
 
 

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