The holographic scenery of being
We reached the speaker in a blank set
dressed with only a white silk mask
it told to us to be
we asked the whereabouts
somewhere.
So how does it feel to be?
We felt something within
tempted to abstraction of soul
DNA chords to be played
touch your hands
and feel how it feels to be.
We've been where we've been
in the richest of soils
moist and hot
dry and cold
We'll be where we'll be
The one and true form of being.
What about us?
Where am I?
Where have you been?
I've missed the smell of your hair
I've just been somewhere missing truth.
Did you just pressed cancel?
Is loneliness the saddest prison?
Who deposited my core cell in the deepest cell of being?
Is it me now with the white silk mask?
Are these questions ever to end?
I've felt attracted to dreams
are dreams attracted to me as I am attracted to dreams?
I thought I was next to you
but it was just a thought
now I'm just tempted to abstraction
covered yourself in expressive lines
and their expression is sad
as the loneliest heir
deepened in its own dreamt kingdom
delivering castles to unexistent peasants
just being king.
I thought I was next to me, but I wasn't me
I was dreaming of me being me
There I set me free
And here I am once again
as a hologram
a dreaming hologram
with DNA
trying to remember where I was
when I was with you
but maybe it wasn't really me
not the hologram nor king.
So maybe I'm a stone wishing for a flower to grow in the top of my head,
and teach the stones that we the stonekind have heads,
and teach the stones that now we can be beheaded
but I'd rather be set on a circle of stones
just being.