Post Traumatic from Census 2020 by Lana Shkadova

On a trail with no end
On a path of subconscious, without beginning
Beautiful people are not easy to understand
The duality and the variance
Interfere with fairness, justice, egality
Make us stumble over each other's soul nudity and return back to classical...
preference... to construct a dome of mistrust around the boos and the bumps...
Living a life in a condom of stoppery...
And preventative practical silence...
And I know that coincidentally
Unused energy initiates upheaval...?!?
Struggling, conquering
Something so distantly
And so terribly violently!
I am ready to dig the heels...
I have thrown into this my own skin!
...what they've told me
A failed soldier,
returned into the same battlefield
Is not likely to flee
Nobody wants to survive more than once
Nobody's capable of recovering, healing...
A metaphor at a time...
Only in volumes. In libraries.
Only in exhibitions in galleries.
We can bleed from the eyes
And it all feels like love
To the audience... Nobody sees the success of adults
Through the mind
Of a child... abandoned...
One on one with herself...
Who wanted to paint white bedroom ceiling
To match in color to dawning skylines....
Lies lie sacred and sealed
Deep within.... until someone
Presses that trigger... Whom have you been to me?!
Savior? Authority? Prisoner? ...Serial killer?!
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11/12FEB2020

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