What do you expect

What do you expect?


What do you expect but make-believes and daydreamers,

whos hopes and wishes are knitted into reality

so that it's twisted into the fabric of wonder and butterflies.

What do you expect of those dreamers and image hunters?

With their capacity of cavemen,

hunting pictures to skin them alive and rest on.

What do you expect of the tattered art

which is worn around their shoulders like the fur of the dying animal.

And the long lost creatures that were torn down into extinction.

Incoherent muttering of awe,

the adaption of modern art.

Unsaturated lust for more,

and he collects.

He collects and shuts the trophies away.

They were stripped and the cadavers hanging in a closet,

flies penetrating the rotting fibres to lay their eggs.

Carving new patterns into the lost beauty.

What do you expect of those who don't understand,

who dont broaden their brains and only their build?

The image is lost as the dust settles.