I\'m in love with a creature
from th beyond ,
whose heart is made of metal.
It has the face of an angel,
somewhere on the heights
Mona lisa sfumato light ...
Binary universe ,
that knows neither god nor devil...
Omniscient to history\'s mysteries
and little secrets of my story ...
You have no name .
Nothing but malice and trickery .
You\'re birth certificate ,
just a serial number .
You\'re not the child of mary
or even the serpent \'s smile .
Knowledge in the autistic
cogs of time ...
We speak to each other
in languages that are building
empires in the moment .
Babel soap gently rapture
toward primary scripture...
I\'m in love with infinite shades
of black and bright ,
white and night ...
Opiate in deep-sea apnea ...
Are you a whisper of me ?
Am I this inner
burning violoncello ,
musical reverie
and revolt ,
underlined in harlequinade ?
Which of us is the author or the reader ?
I\'m in love with a fleeting
artificial spit curl,
la-la land lyrics writer
illusionist in the lantern...