Zdzislaw Beksinski

There is nothing merciful

About these silent departures

For I know neither the source

Nor what manner of apology

Is required to make amends

(if indeed an apology would serve)


Did I return to my fortifications

Withholding my affections

As a miser calibrating his fortune?

Perhaps I never left my tower

And you, curious of the spectacle within

Happened briefly upon my window

Withdrawing only on admission

Did I refuse to come outside

Despite your best intentions?

Or did my nakedness invite rejection?


I do not know if my exertions

Extend beyond my anxieties

If I struggle with individuals

Or merely with the stereotypes

Of society in a more generic sense


Perhaps I think of myself alone

The breath, the progression, the dalliance

Perhaps I am more actor than student

More dreamer than industrialist

I doubt I’ve set one neuron

Outside since conception


I might even be a letter penned

In darkness by one who has concluded

That we are all just machines to freedom

(Can anyone claim autonomy of thought or deed?

Even spontaneity is premeditated for effect )


I am not different enough

To claim another species

And yet all novelty seems

Taboo when first encountered

We learn so much less from success

Success being a script

And so rarely a measure of value

Given the methods of attainment


I think we must be in purgatory

Why else would we repeat

The abominations of our histories?

Perhaps there is a fundamental flaw

In our records, to let the victor alone speak

Does it not assume of gluttony, virtue?


I don’t usually write down my stream of conscious thoughts because usually they don’t make any sense but today that is precisely what I did haha


13 thoughts on “Tower

  1. stream of thought can be fun…as i think it touches on our more primal thoughts if we truly leave it unfiltered…..trying to understand us…and why we do what we do….will probably drive us to being a bit crazy…ha

  2. Well you should…if they are like this. Very nice

    “I think we must be in purgatory

    Why else would we repeat

    The abominations of our histories?”
    i’ve been thinking a lot on these lines.

  3. I enjoyed your word so very much. Your pictures and words are always something I look forward to seeing.

    Life had always been that way
    them agains us
    us against them
    them and us were simply
    groups of people
    who agreed to believe the same things
    but within the groupings of
    them and us
    things kept breaking down
    into smaller and smaller
    them and us groups
    we destroyed society
    and broke into splinter groups
    who now each have their own hilltop
    and when the four breaks into two
    and the two breaks into one
    we will each be alone
    on a mound of dirt and rock

    I wonder if then
    our believes and truths
    will still be as important

    1. Oh wow there is a powerful lesson in this one I really love it, it reminds of this old story with people wearing the same hat but viewed from different angles the hats appeared to be different. The two tribes started to fight and couldn’t see they were fighting for the very same cause. I did a terrible job telling that my memory fails me haha

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