I don't have my poetry forum... so i might as well just post this here. Pherapheral models of urbanized dwelling pointless information residing in my head Where are you right now, my dreams, imagination? Are you by chance, hiding under my bed? should i look into my closet, where it's dark and blurry images of sadness of a stained white shirt The wine stain is like us radient and blurry changing the environment of this stormy world. Are you inside my head, You beasts of wonder? Have you devoured every mortal sin? Our sin is life, lust and all the others sinless creatures, god has yet not seen. Purify your mind of daytime flying of memorization of fixed moral. Add to it some lime, it will make it sour yet much more tasty common, my friend, do try. Insert everything into your dreams and passions; to your dying imagination, give a kiss of life. Live and do not condem all the worldy richers, we are here the richest; the ones that enjoy life. PAVEL RUBIN, 2004.