The age of references
is dark of light and sadness,
because it is full of non sense.
Unmeaning anything, reaching
nothing and teaching saturated
culture, as a broken machine
locked on movement killing
people, all those meanings,
that means the same that poverty,
climbs the mountain of letters
and books and images and names.
An we are scared of being anybody
because we eat vegetables and salads,
because we avoid smoke and excesses,
because every breath we take is narrow
of pollution and our bodies are shaped
by some cartoons and some sports,
but we build a post petroleum society and
individual too, and we fill our eyes of light
again and again and again until we are blinds.
An this age is blind as a nobel price said
and we don’t seems to get any love ever
because when the sun born we begun to rise
a shading rumor called words and verbs.
We are chased by our equals every second
reaching cool flows of time, but the locked machine
broke our hearts and the flesh, spiritual body,
collapsed into a febrile way of misunderstood.
Why do we felt that God is with us?
Because the blindness of our time
is a road to nowhere and an trip
to the certain stage of being an hologram.