Dear Siren, somewhere a banned pirate radio station is broadcasting news
from an occupied barcoded territory of my Soul.
Abysmal microphone,
at the edge of the Theory of Everything
Fragment after fragment, re-masterpiece your worldview
to re-construct your tomorrow.
Existential re-perfection,
Infinity loves hypnotic theories
not Truths.
Self-contradicting direction,
not-yet-understood conjunction
It takes a genius to dive into the depths of different Truths,
and get enlightened in contradiction.
re-discovered Paradise
Ask questions unasked before.
Some questions turn you into a forbidden blossom.
re-emerging Moon of Billion Flamingos
Be aware of the ones who love global, universal dreams,
and ban independent dreamers.
not-enough-perfected Truth traffic-lights
Welcome to planet Earth,
discover the black market of Truths.
Next to the territory of your Soul,
non-stopping Truth-contraband