Transformar
I want to transform into a new body, idea, vision, image, deconstructing being to a new symbolic ritualistic day. Tearing self across the timelines and forgetting about yesterday and tomorrow and tomorrow. Describing and prescribing a new meaning within my labyrinth of solitude, my idiosyntrantic self I try my hardest not to reveal to anyone.
Sooner or later, one of us must know.
Virtual girl, material woman, hidden beneath form, edges of shadows, and iridescent colores changing in the sky, Un cncaptured, unknown, elusive means to an unidentified and unrealized end.
Disconnected. Disconnected. Across space and time, unfold through form to recreate substance and meaning. Formed into an idealistic reality. Thoughts connected to machines, wires, brains, lights, firing, and the connected disconnectedness. No stories, but rather the faint remembrance, pausing and holding, unrealized un-realized connectedness. Potentiality is failing, communities are crumbling, towers are growing taller, as the earth and air cloud and disintegrate. The pollution is in our rooms, on our screens, in our minds as we fail to pronounce the profound feelings of emptiness, or no, but rather apathy. Forgetting how to feel, and not forgetting, clinging into the rembrants of comfort, in the structure, the bight, the touch, sip, inhale, and sting. Surely we remember, lifting our limbs out of nests, leaping over edges and falling into unnamed spaces, where we are afraid to define a spirit or ideology. The submission wants you trapped, locked up, in the safety and emprisoned. Without regard to any spirit, cultivated self into false meaning, carving within our own caves, painting over flesh, tearing into self. I have my own cluttered mind, struggling to order the chaotic, fuzzy flow of meet fears, anxieties, of our losing, losing self, meet with the mirror.I woke up dreaming in a dream.