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.