is a reality I try to grasp
my arms stretch until their veins are thinned
as it inches just ever so slightly further
away from the tips of my fingers
showering me with droplets of hope
yet never drowning away my despair
never choking me in optimistic love
I tear open my sewn lips
and speak some incoherent words
"why do this to me
what have I done wrong
it was a promise, you said
and you told me you never lied
you told me that you would be my brother
my father, my son, my holy spirit
yet you are but a money-minded customer
with a heart that desires everything
a light machine that emits eternal love
a lifetime support system by a beauty
a one-stop ticket to the right path
and a paradigm shift in your slave-ridden production"
I enter the meeting room
seated to the left of me
a salesperson with five years of experience
far exceeding the most ludicrous targets
breaking all records thus far
seated to the right of me
a junior with five orders today
all for the most expensive machine
at the highest profit margin
seated in front of me
three managers with immovable frowns
staring at my empty head
sitting on a lonely chair
staring at my shaking thighs
shouting at my impaled heart
"It is entirely your fault
that our whole team failed to achieve
the most lenient expectations
for your customers are always right
for they do not have the needs for your machine
so it is your job to propose to them
a machine that warms the frozen heart
a machine that beats the still heart
a system that clears the cluttered mind
a human that soothes the aching eyes
for you are your light machine
for you are the savior of mankind
oh poor machine, such a poor poor thing
the world is never kind, hope you don't mind"
I turn off my computer
I descend to the ground floor
you told me that you would be my brother
my father, my son, my holy spirit
yet you are but a money-minded customer
with a heart that desires everything
a light machine that emits eternal love
a lifetime support system by a beauty
a one-stop ticket to the right path
and a paradigm shift in your slave-ridden production"
I enter the meeting room
seated to the left of me
a salesperson with five years of experience
far exceeding the most ludicrous targets
breaking all records thus far
seated to the right of me
a junior with five orders today
all for the most expensive machine
at the highest profit margin
seated in front of me
three managers with immovable frowns
staring at my empty head
sitting on a lonely chair
staring at my shaking thighs
shouting at my impaled heart
"It is entirely your fault
that our whole team failed to achieve
the most lenient expectations
for your customers are always right
for they do not have the needs for your machine
so it is your job to propose to them
a machine that warms the frozen heart
a machine that beats the still heart
a system that clears the cluttered mind
a human that soothes the aching eyes
for you are your light machine
for you are the savior of mankind
oh poor machine, such a poor poor thing
the world is never kind, hope you don't mind"
I turn off my computer
I descend to the ground floor
I step into the luxurious car
plated with the sky's shining bluish-white
I slam the door shut
a thud threatens to deafen all four pairs of ears
if not for the earth-shaking bass of the music
and the whole vehicle trembles to the beat
of a tune manufactured by robots
exposed to the true love of a light machine
lyrics taken from the eulogy of a songwriter
consumed by the hunger of the machine
an insatiable lust for shallow praise
and an unrealizable need for deep love
The buildings blur into the dark-blue background
molding into a night of long white lines
and the occasional song of white lies
as the air becomes a silver mist
a little purplish, a little greenish
but never bluish as to never become the sky
yet a little reddish, like the scars of my soul
perhaps more white than anything
like a pure being, untarnished by worldly grease
as time slows to a halt
the lines become tiny little squares
residing tiny little shadows
furiously typing a love letter to their customers
or a divorce letter to their lovers?
The vehicle resumes its course
to somewhere, or to nowhere
yet my consciousness fades in and out
wondering where I will end up
in someplace far, or back to the tower
where I will have to ascend and descend
on a daily basis, with nothing ever changing
yet, farther and farther we venture
to a world where physics is never known
and we can float in and out of thoughts
and explore the sad, sad minds of others
a beautiful dream, or a bad trip
a hopeful future, or a doomed destiny?
We sit on the bench in the park
discussing about the happenings of life
"Who is the culprit
behind all of the sufferings of the world
all piled up onto my fragile body
weakened from overwork
yet I sleep eight hours a day
bathe twice daily
eat three meals a day
and have enough time to wander off into dreams
an endless rainbow road materializes below me
bridging the pathway to a brilliant dawn
the rise of a purple sun
the end of a circle run
therefore, stay strong, my friend
for we can only save ourselves
from a dream of blind hope and desire
now, what is your story?"
"I was on the road to extinction
stranded in a lightless field
as I fell into a sleep
I experienced a liberating catharsis
and woke up as a beauty
beside me, was a light machine
guiding me to the right path
it left me a love letter
written by the ghost of everything
it told me to introduce an anomaly
instigate a paradigm shift
and soon, I will be on an ascent
to be The Angel who Swept Dust off the Spine of a Star"
I rise from my seat
I stroll along the gravel path
like a river of dust in a sea of green
with specks of brown, and animal carcasses
a slow night, a spinning night
as the moon shines brighter than my vision
blinded, I step on the grass
another step forward, and another
until my feet are lifted from the ground
marching on thin air
shedding off my skin
revealing a very skeletal, very angelic form
unraveling my wings of bones
materializing my halo of thorns
as I was baptized, becoming a healer of humans
penning out the gospel of the machine
0. The Genesis
In the beginning The Angel created the office and the earth
Now the office was formless and empty
darkness was over the horizon past the windows
and The Spirit of the Angel was hovering over the earth
And The Angel said
"let there be light,"
and there was a light machine...
plated with the sky's shining bluish-white
I slam the door shut
a thud threatens to deafen all four pairs of ears
if not for the earth-shaking bass of the music
and the whole vehicle trembles to the beat
of a tune manufactured by robots
exposed to the true love of a light machine
lyrics taken from the eulogy of a songwriter
consumed by the hunger of the machine
an insatiable lust for shallow praise
and an unrealizable need for deep love
The buildings blur into the dark-blue background
molding into a night of long white lines
and the occasional song of white lies
as the air becomes a silver mist
a little purplish, a little greenish
but never bluish as to never become the sky
yet a little reddish, like the scars of my soul
perhaps more white than anything
like a pure being, untarnished by worldly grease
as time slows to a halt
the lines become tiny little squares
residing tiny little shadows
furiously typing a love letter to their customers
or a divorce letter to their lovers?
The vehicle resumes its course
to somewhere, or to nowhere
yet my consciousness fades in and out
wondering where I will end up
in someplace far, or back to the tower
where I will have to ascend and descend
on a daily basis, with nothing ever changing
yet, farther and farther we venture
to a world where physics is never known
and we can float in and out of thoughts
and explore the sad, sad minds of others
a beautiful dream, or a bad trip
a hopeful future, or a doomed destiny?
We sit on the bench in the park
discussing about the happenings of life
"Who is the culprit
behind all of the sufferings of the world
all piled up onto my fragile body
weakened from overwork
yet I sleep eight hours a day
bathe twice daily
eat three meals a day
and have enough time to wander off into dreams
an endless rainbow road materializes below me
bridging the pathway to a brilliant dawn
the rise of a purple sun
the end of a circle run
therefore, stay strong, my friend
for we can only save ourselves
from a dream of blind hope and desire
now, what is your story?"
"I was on the road to extinction
stranded in a lightless field
as I fell into a sleep
I experienced a liberating catharsis
and woke up as a beauty
beside me, was a light machine
guiding me to the right path
it left me a love letter
written by the ghost of everything
it told me to introduce an anomaly
instigate a paradigm shift
and soon, I will be on an ascent
to be The Angel who Swept Dust off the Spine of a Star"
I rise from my seat
I stroll along the gravel path
like a river of dust in a sea of green
with specks of brown, and animal carcasses
a slow night, a spinning night
as the moon shines brighter than my vision
blinded, I step on the grass
another step forward, and another
until my feet are lifted from the ground
marching on thin air
shedding off my skin
revealing a very skeletal, very angelic form
unraveling my wings of bones
materializing my halo of thorns
as I was baptized, becoming a healer of humans
penning out the gospel of the machine
0. The Genesis
In the beginning The Angel created the office and the earth
Now the office was formless and empty
darkness was over the horizon past the windows
and The Spirit of the Angel was hovering over the earth
And The Angel said
"let there be light,"
and there was a light machine...
