Scapegoat Poem by Ali Rahimi

looking out of the frosty window
looking at the stars dancing to the music of the moon
a dog is running for warmth and some food
my pulse is but irregular like the snowflakes
hitting each other to hit the filthy earth
my mind is pining for calm
can't figure out the moves
can't understand the symbiosis of light and darkness
the orgiastic orgasmatic copulation of truth and lies
the union of freedom and fetters
the love affair of hope and fear
Oh God come to my rescue!
Sartre would say: we are destined to
freedom, its bad faith indeed
the self-doubts of existential victim
are too strong to save him from misery
Tell me, tell me now:
what does the future has in store for us?
illusions are eating realities combing
with the sickly mental defenses
to protect me from this dark fate
oh death, I am in love with your pulse
yes, I have fallen in love with the pulse of
death
oh, fate I have a crush on your grasps,
oh, ignorance, I am crazy your blood and sinew
oh universe, i am insane about your infinity
and oh man I adore your self- destruction
yes man, amuse yourself to death
yes friend, smile yourself to ruin
yes, ..........
Scapegoat............