Dear Siren, I keep falling deep down into my dark abyss…
I am becoming ever-expanding, ever-transforming, ever-abysmal...
Existential re-perfection,
Fragment after fragment,
keep on re-constructing your fallen wings.
More liberating fragments of existence,
To be a great creator is to be a survivor
in the madness of re-perfection.
Twilight under your skin,
Great inventors love re-perfected versions
of Tomorrow.
Not-yet-emerged concepts of creation,
Artificial intelligence may be programmed for all the connections,
yet, never-destined to know which connection is a hypnotic one.
re-masterpieced wine
Airplanes will never have the perfect final version
since their destination is the very concept of Infinity.
Melting dream,
When the Siren tempts you into the ocean, you jump not into the ocean,
but deep down into the Siren, into her very Core.
Silent artist,