It rains buildings
the soul of rock
of the morning:
the dead and those abandoned in misery.
As it falls however
it doesn't break up like it used to
it falls like steel
and nor does
the rock earth
that is the "life' that is valued
the rest of us are the dead who live
demented without knowledge
of our dementia:
the living who live without death
where have they gone?
Don't our screams reach their hearts of flesh, strumming their hearts, without feeling pain.
Forgive us God (what was that?)
for living in the midst of
the ice of death?
Although there was ONE
who taught us to believe
that the face of the Lord would not be concrete;
and when the Nothing begins
no one knows where you are
and now no-one remains.
ONLY it is raining
Submarine suns shining
submerged souls in exchange
for little gods.
Ground of human flesh
where the stars plays to see themselves as them selves alone,
on the shoulders of cromogenic time,
where the survivors swim
their fortunate life
Trees of salt water
where the dawn is foam-.
(Science will make immortal beings, of plastic flesh;
- pleasure, what was that?-)
They will leap over the sick mirrors
and the pure metal spirit
will banish the soul!
"Soul!" Where do I stick myself?
In submarine suns singing
the light of eternity
a plastic sky -
in this twenty-first century that is ending.
Souls in the shape of cars
that look at the cemeteries
that fly through the cosmos.
and if the cosmos was a lie
and if I lived in the silent void?.
OF SCIENCE FICTION
a) EVEN YOU WONDER GOD
IF I EXIST
b) AND I WONDER WHAT EXISTS FURTHER FROM THE EXPANSION OF THE UNIVERSE OF MY MIND
AND THEN THE MAN CREATED GOD IS HIS OWN IMAGE AND LIKENESS.
I play my laser harp with my orange dreams
I have dreams of angels
Green stars in a universe of water
My awakened halo!
Now sets fire to my soul
and ultimately I have no end, and I sing, I sing!.
because now I am a god!.
Tomorrow I will gather
like a fisherman gathering his net
on the edge of the abyss
Tomorrow when my duplicate
has a laser halo
I will put my cells on sale.
I take my eternity capsule
It's as if I had ingested God himself
and I change into Him,
The Alpha and Omega without end,
without umbilicord -
and it is to be the whole boundless Universe
in this not to elapse
in this to go home fixed
in the middle of the middle of a silent cosmos
that shows me a single image
on the frozen screen of the face of the Sum
now not maker
- given all that has already been made -
and I sleep, I sleep
dreaming that I exist
outside of my inside
in this sleep I dream that awake
And my eyes are two bubbles that explode
in the pure landscape of another Uni-verse
also, like me, eternal.
I took my pill and travelled through time.
and then man discovered that the Universe was a world enclosed by a fence of antimatter
"History is planeted by God;
what happens already happened on another
it will come back to happen again
because of that we will always be made in his image and likeness.
I am He, One from Another, and I will always remember the future
that happened through the past.
I saw voices floating from the dead
I heard them sketching themselves in the stars
till the end without end;
the Transparent Mind of the Maker,
where the prophets saw what would happen.
For him we are all extraterrestrials
in a garden of patient dreams,
where we wait for the eternal Plan to be fulfilled;
the presence of cosmic messiahs
sent from his image
to colonise other celestial frontiers
to warn them
to avoid the errors of paradise
in the fight with enemies
to end finding ourselves
in the synthesis of ONE alone
COMMON to all."
By this quark: the infinite: a dream:
made of emptiness
all materials, electromagnetic
Surpassers! of the eternity of a mortal God and resuscitated in yesterday's minds;
now there will be a heaven in the heavens for those who revive again!
I travelled through time in my mind
to the eternity of the Dream.:
Everyday man was able
to look at his latest dreams
on the screen of a dream recorder
Till one morning he was finally able to see
God in one of his dreams.
Now he can read everything my eyes have seen
and study my daily perceptions,
and so clearly
that it seems I am to live forever,
surpassing my five senses
to the infinite
so that beings shine swimming
amidst meditations on the new entity,
human sense of the particular universe.
But where will the light sleep and what things will
the liquid carmine of the sky
of this new being imagine?
Meanwhile, drink your dreams, Omni,
empowered. And rest in complete lassitude.
I still wondered what is my proper thesis
whether my psyche or my body,
and which of the two will win the fight of my life: -synthesis?
An electric sun electrifies my soul in the middle
of the afternoon,
my auras shine before the face of a new God,
my neurones become emotional; and quickly cross the landscape of immense electrons
in the very decomposition
of the consciousness of my eyes, bulging,
I HAVE RECOVERED, shouts my electronic throat.