Analysis of GOVERNORS
The whole world already looks like a wolf-lamb of humans-humans. On lost chessboards, the puppets are standing up and moving, - It's true - not a bit free, of their own free will. - The skin shivers, the soul feels warm, the legs carry me between the darkening trees, and when I stop, because where to go and I look up at the sky - below them Even now, Being is thundering and crashing, hypocrisy is snapping like a string.
It's as if everything slips out of one's useless holey hands on purpose. Happy-unhappy, just like the dead-dead-dead-dead, as if it were already an empty word-magic churning, a sticky mass, from which there is no, and certainly cannot be, a recurring restart.
In the streets, the twilight pushes its face into one's soul; the bullet-riddled brick houses, even the drunks swinging like Eötvös pendulums, would collapse and cling to each other if the mortar-concrete still held.
The wall of the castle collapsed, a few hulls rattled below the shore, while the thick foam of the greedy and thirsty Danube threw more and more waves. A thirst for money and greed settled on thirsty souls, like an infectious disease lurking, calculated.
As if squat bean pods were crawling - below are the yellow trams, filled with human seeds. Down in the depths in their Lilliputian destiny - the city is buzzing. Maybe I'm a trampling worm too?! The running of the ant-man is the smallest, yet he directs all the turmoil... My hundred and ten-kilogram body crumbles into dust, I will have no thoughts and no words, the power of electricity carries finer trolls, the power of spirit creates a clean order.
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Metre | 01101011011110101110101101010111011111110110011101101010100101110111101111010111011011000100100110101 11110111110111101001011011111110010110110100101111110100101001001 00101101101110101011010011011111110101111010100111 011010010111001011011101001010110110111001101101110100110100 111110100110101111011001010101000101101010101101010111010110110111001101010011111110110101010010101010110010110 |
Characters | 1,615 |
Words | 289 |
Sentences | 13 |
Stanzas | 5 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1, 1 |
Lines Amount | 5 |
Letters per line (avg) | 252 |
Words per line (avg) | 56 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 252 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 56 |
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