Neptune continued to spin
like an old scratched record
when I was born into boredom.
I know the tune but not the lyrics.
This first planetary taste was bitter.
like a motherless manger ...
But I have become a milky voice legend !
A counterfeit intelligence ,took control
of my nonsense ,instructing me the silence.
And then the symptomatic living
locked me in the storm room...
Lost artistic alien ,looking for incarnated
dragonfly in the autistic no-sphere...
I try to lie to time by inventing lives
I never knew how to live ...
A female android whispers to me :
\'\' I love you ! \'\'
And I reply : \'\' Me neither ! \'\'
You \'re not aware of the alien politeness !
Before heading back to the blue planet,
I will cleanse my system of all its virtuous sins...
And be reborn through my revealed form
of dissociated truth ...