A tribute to Antanas Garšva

A hedonistic approach to what is called reality, –
I owe you more than my poignant memory, Anthony;
Mutualised reality equal to every man inside closing doors from behind.
Feeling joy after every inch of thorn
inhale.

exhale:
Take thy love and come out to show Ilyna, –
My minimalistic angel.
Neutralise your reality
Sterilise abilities painted on the
Walls of your thoughts,

prohibit mad vision
illness
possibly considerable

Estimate your loving memory, –
Destroying every piece outside her lungs;
Putting on an effort of responsibility to breathe in manipulation.
Our relation to angels?

deeply
as if

Every particle your mind faces:
Provoke the illusion of art and destroy
All the possible magnitudes of truth.
Hide inside and roll-it-up, straight on the ground-floor of your flat?

Close the doors and begin the trap of slight perception, –