deus ex machina

The ghost truly lives in this machine.
I am startled by its presence daily.

I walked to the end of the world today
And all I found was a sleeping stone.
I threw it back to God
and begged him to wake me up.

Collecting skulls will keep the universe
enthralled.

The dark paint on cave-walls
believes in my futility.

What Crows know would break a laptop.

Crying to the moon?
Venus whispers in my ear.


I will transcend time and space
before death slaughters my nuclei.

Hope with me, sollemn rabbits in prayer,
that we develop night-vision.

Hovering souls and whispering ghosts
gather around my knuckles and ears.

I see you, world.
I can see you move through space.