A ruined land,
poor sentences playful around the tree of life.
The reference to the cosmos
printed out in three dimensions
for the overheated consumers,
I am walking careless between the stars,
the tough flesh delightful lost in the infinite flame.
Round shapes are bouncing in dramatic absurdity
on the purple edges, the light accelerating
on a surrealistic column.
The beasts screaming anxious in chemical ecstasy
to the breathing of the yellow moon,
I’m staring with one hand behind my back
to the explosions on the mystical Sun,
the heart is whispering in slow gestures
to the mindless moment.
