Bring on the multitude.
Give it a clean face,
dress it with a name
and it will be alive.
Head down, head down!
You are not real.
Sacrifice your dreams
for the golden paradise
while Earth is your hell.
Look up, look up!
Stories of people
forgotten by their shadows,
in line for a chewed identity
and spat out by hope.
Too high is the bill!
Wash out your feelings
on Sunday morning
while your saviour
drinks your will.
Escape now, run away!
Clouds tell you all the time,
waves always write it down,
you’ve never been alive
when you had to live.
– Humanity Is An Abstraction –
Enamel on canvas
120x100x2cm
2020
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