Holding the Picture

…Neptune's mouth;
The tentacle shows through the fabric now
«Beautiful humans,» He tells me
«This is where to grow them.»
He shows me a small game
We use spears to impale them
Tunnels and caverns; I live and inhabit
Consciousness…
An intelligence that calls itself «Unity.»
An underground nervous system
I become unmoved while I absorb sunlight
You enact total war on creativity
Tunnels and caverns; I live to inhabit
All sins ignored; To enact my cells
There are others around me…
«Listen to me girl!
Your origin is unknown
Your waste in a thousand burning seas
Filth and desperation corrode your crevasses
Seek nothing into the dream affairs
Your ancestors were a plague.»
Wide open like a mouth
Guided with nothing now
At the mountains of madness
My overlord has left me alone
And only I know what pain is
Fluttering down on broad cheeks
The planet’s winds whip against me
Luminescent flashing
Mother burning underneath the ground
Or what I smell…
What is this?
Crashing life field
A passage
Am I the first visitor?
Neptune’s mouth;
The tentacle shows through the fabric now…