I feel giddy, for I now possess the soul of the universe,
A synapse of stars and oceans of human nerves.
Cosmic contraction molding our future earth, ergo
The numerological code of Lucifer sown to the crucifix.
Searching for a way out, our explosions became nuclear--
Splicing the 4 elements as they showed us their nucleus.
Gaia was pure before the dope went and ruined her,
Roaches in her uterus. Our home became sewer, dirt.
So, instead of making amends, I aimed my lens
Up above. With a click of a button, I was amongst the gods,
Eternity’s keepers playing dead, instead of the song of love…
The panopticon with its prisoners touch turned numb.
I’m part of a notion, of a species that doesn’t harbor emotion,
A spectator seeing the martyr tortured with a tarnished devotion
To misery. It’s not esoteric; it’s simply darkness in motion
Matter turns frozen only when a reel captures the moment--
Timeless portrait conveying the birth of a supernova right after an omen.
It’s the tale of the dying hero resuscitating after a mana filled potion.
There’s nothing grander than flipping through an old photo album
And realizing your family has grown apart, into an abode of phantoms.
It’s like the old maxim says “blood only runs so far”.
A surrealist photographer, who feels love only numbed his heart.
Everything grew apart. Childhood promises were a farce.
I’m peeling away the consciousness of my scars,
Revealing an ominous force in the stars,
The image of it all is carved from my thoughts.
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