Blitzkrieg

Did the heavens collapse under my watch?

Aloft, I have been

Inwardly stretched

Outwardly though …

Intrusive aberrations must be felt

Rage against the clock

Uncock the Glock, 19

Tick tack

Both are analog

Ruined timescales understand

On my tab, drink the time

And don’t worry

Let us be one plus or minus one

Dear God

What evil have I done?

To this continuum of infinite bliss

All that hefty history of important affairs

Where dialogues go rogue

For no reason

No AI can write with a heart & soul

I am not the master of my own ship

I have no ship

I just walk around in oversized boots

Deep blue has a loss function

It finds its gradient descent

But in my head …

Melodies of intertwined ideas fucking bend

Moulded, when no human found himself wanted

Then they float

Until the inner eye sees them well

They multiply, in the serenity of geometrical patterns

The abrupt ambient music tells a tale

Of two people

Orbiting a pulsar

B5812+12

What’s at the edge?

The edge asks itself if it’s the end

Does the end ask itself if it’s the start?

Primes render my metaphors moot

But what is the truth?

Try to be me again, and again

You will never understand

The curse of melodies I have to entertain

Radioactive isotopes of constricting pain always rain inside my brain

I do not know what I want

Maybe I want to want

Unlike a robot

I’m okay

I drank way too much Alizé

You can find notes in my pocket

Notes to create music

Left by the devil

Shred them into pieces with your soft hands