Analysis of Between yet and yet
An invisible chain is hanging over me. One eye is to be afraid, while the other is to beware. Net channels that cherish deceptive career dreams can pull the luring honey string at any time, even under the noses of others. The earthly, much-deprived, eye-protecting stigma is worth more when you can see real tears than the laughter bubbling up with fake-Maier smiles on grinning baby cheeks.
I am like a fat spindle; I bind my shipwrecked past, my wasteful memories of desire with unbreakable Ariadne threads. I whisper into whispering ears the pillars of my honesty, the pillars of my frail life. Anyone who sold himself a long time ago and now expects profit and recognition at any price stares and stalks down here with wolf eyes.
It is known: he remains underground, without a dream career, he can hit his ankle by the careless researcher he stumbled into. A complex pyramid of corruptible faces stares at us usurper; as if the fallible, man-made virtues had long been squeezed out of everything and everyone, so that even honor could be uprooted out of time, and it could cost them their fortunes.
Everyone is now only standing halfway between the boundaries of the sure yet and the guessed not, and the flowing plasticity clings to everyone like the octopus tentacles of creepers, as if it were the only possible guarantee of survival. Hasn't man in this current bribed age become a conscious questioner by mistake? The one who does not fall into a total panic even when standing in the coordinate system of connections or arranged answers - but raises his judgmental voice when needed, like most introverts.
The permanence of slippery mystery trickles down, flows like the juice of fleas. Surely there is still a way out of the donkey ladders of fermenting worm-failures and sellable compromises?!
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Metre | 10100111010111111011010110111011001001111010101110110100101100101011010101111111111010100111101110101 1110110111111101001010101000101110011001010111000101111101101011010101100010110110111111 11110110010101111110101010011001010100101001011111101001110111111100101110101101011101111110 1011101011010100101100110010111101010100111110010100011010101011011010101001010111110101010101100001001010101011011010101110111 0100110010010111011110111011101010101011001100 |
Characters | 1,811 |
Words | 317 |
Sentences | 14 |
Stanzas | 5 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1, 1 |
Lines Amount | 5 |
Letters per line (avg) | 291 |
Words per line (avg) | 62 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 291 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 62 |
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