Dream of a shaman
(democracy is the rule of the majority.
if the majority wants to live forever,
this will go into jurisdiction in the near future,
starting off in the U.S.A., surely.)
i hear whispers,
broken thoughts.
i listen to sadness
in empty spaces.
there are ghosts
floating in space.
i see
brains, brains over brains
nourished by tubes
and huge tanks,
green and pink fluids,
in subterranean caverns.
cyborgs, 120 years old,
limbs of titanium ,
teeter around
unexplainably twisted machines,
dials flashing and beeping.-
i feel
blind desire
and impossible tears,
memories torn,
maybe scraps of
a far away song
i smell
fear
and
pain
in a maze
between living
and dying
i am leaving
and
i see
nothing
under the sky
but stones, steel,
frozen ashes,
an immense sea
covered with black ice
i have
to
wake up
