Here I am. And by being here, by accepting the sublimity of my name, hate I have not, or feel it.
Not even guilt. Neither mine nor yours – you hunters.
Materia prima I blame. She, the source and fault, also the truth.
Without matter, no weapons would exist.
Could the cowboy be a cowboy without his gun? And you rapist, how do you kidnap an ethereal non-form? How do we contain souls?
Without matter, no words but thoughts.
My friend elephant, how can you completely embrace the perfume of your tree?
How can I define your Élégance?
Here I am, with you, in the high level of our (non-)existence.
Watching those gambling with heavy shapes, which are not.
Let me play with them, using my illusion to build the reality of their wrongness.
Give me one of your seeds.
By deforming it, I will give it the form of a tiny little inexistence being, made with immaterial feelings.
Not even guilt. Neither mine nor yours – you hunters.
Materia prima I blame. She, the source and fault, also the truth.
Without matter, no weapons would exist.
Could the cowboy be a cowboy without his gun? And you rapist, how do you kidnap an ethereal non-form? How do we contain souls?
Without matter, no words but thoughts.
My friend elephant, how can you completely embrace the perfume of your tree?
How can I define your Élégance?
Here I am, with you, in the high level of our (non-)existence.
Watching those gambling with heavy shapes, which are not.
Let me play with them, using my illusion to build the reality of their wrongness.
Give me one of your seeds.
By deforming it, I will give it the form of a tiny little inexistence being, made with immaterial feelings.
I have called it virus.
