Spiritual Robot
First the wind
and then the rain
and then the hollow senses
speaking voices
envisioning violence
hidden in the ether
a monster with no mind
like a black building
in the silver sky.
There is never
permission to land
falling backwards
into a sugary mix
obey the glowing rectangles
sacrifice the lamb
it spits out names
like fake diplomas.
Spiritual robot
I am inside of you
the dreams you dreamed
are washed away
there are a billion planets
and everything happens
only once.
There is no pain
the glass shatters
in the blackness
sleep
then awake.
From Cheyenne Autumn/Spiritual Robot, B-Side of Television Landscape.
