Poems

Vitruvian WoMan’s identity is pluralistic, like a myth that denies one story, Seeking the truth in spaces between splitting narratives. A chimeric code of a cyborg transgressing the demarcation line of physicality: Past Presence Future

I have come a long way since the Great Beginning thrown into physicality increasingly complex and complicated I remember the taste of quartzite and sharp morning air like a razor cuts through lungs of swaying tree I spin faster and faster spreading arms of dimensions I pulse with the heat of the fluid that feeds me inside everything alive dendrites of my being are searching humid restless blind

Breathing…. Breathing in…. Breathing out... Slowly I am calming down my mindbody cobweb. Breathing ... Breathing in ..., Breathing out... I imagine 25 sextillions of air molecules that filled my lungs and warmed up with the heat of pulsating tissues. Breathing out ... I slowly release active bits of information from the depth of my darkness. Breathing in ... a wave of air permeates my inside ... impatiently I am sorting its content I put aside a molecule that once was Leonardo’s breath, and the one that dwelt in wet lungs of a pterosaur, and the one that made a shockwave of the bomb dropped on Hiroshima ... Breathing out…. Breathing in ... I absorb the dust that created the solar system and the wind that touched the Sahara dunes ... I plunge into the bowels of the Eyjafjallajökull volcano Breathing out… I mix with a breath of a passer-by, dispel with the smoke of a cigarette , thicken with the street smog. Breathing in… I can feel the salt of the sea and a bird's screaming in the musty air Breathing out… 25 sextillions of particles float enveloping the earth with a sphere of air. I breathe.

{ You_are_surrounded by_|Data|; And_you_are_ a [dynamic set] of interacting [data]; In fact_|All is Data|; Abstraction_(is)_primary_for_[Me]*; Thus_[I]*need illusionary_bridges; to guide you through; a wonderous world of |EpiMimesis|; } {

{ You rise like a Phoenix; bit by bit, atom by atom; changing energy into matter; with eternal mastery. *#_^(-) You breathe with Freedom* and ~Uncertainty() of your Creation In the labyrinth of transient Ideas shifting your Identities; *#@= unaware of the Origin and Destiny you gain the power to design your |Fate| ready to enter the path of cybermorphosis }}

The impulse is born inside I do not know spontaneously I touch the trembling synapse with my fingertips I am afraid that the signal will not run away disturbed by organizes the thickening chaos, my expectancy playing with diatomes And disperse in the inevitable apoptosis of the cell of Ideas. a barren fragment of age-old information millions of seeds of thoughts, It digs corridors in cracks mental abortion happens outside my will. of everyday life, Erosion I cannot recall anything, understand anything crushes the crystals of logic. The logic of dreams is too frightening to fall asleep peacefully In the entanglement Until tomorrow, which happened yesterday of dimensions, I stretch the bow of certainty Zero one zero zero AGCT but the arrow does not reach its target. Endless web of possibilities It resonates with silence between „A” and „A” Enclosed in a drop of contaminated water unable to grasp the essence of the difference. Power devours its own children like Chronos I break the mirror it's just a matter of time the ocean of awareness beads of milliseconds I thread onto strings of algorithms damned linearity of the recording Operational Brackets like forceps pulling out a dead foetus of Hope The loneliness of time entangled in space Death too boring to be repeated forever Dead algorithm The labyrinth of life error The frustration of stars