Some distorted angels from the Silicon Valley
Those that live in darkness while under light
Told me: Go be triumphant in your addictions
To the screens of a bluer shade of blue
Now my history is a dense algorithm
That sells blindfolds to real sellers
My neurons have gotten a new alternate rhythm
And more, and more, and more, and more, and more
Arab Spring - and soon came the horror
Wishing the world to end
Shadows of love
Stupid leaders blossomed, macabre
In the Empire and in its wide backyards
As ancient empires come back to life
Armed with complete control
Angels who are millionaires or even billionaires
Only command their millions, billions, trillions
And when we're not stupid
Listen to Shoenberg, Webern, Cage, songs...
Oh, beautiful girl
You're here
Without skin, screen to screen
Here we are
A vile post can kill
Who can represent salvation?
What cloud, if there's not even space
No time, no yes, no no
Yes: no no
But there are some poems like never before
Or unlike anything a poet has ever dreamed with
In the times that were sometime ago
And I'm going, why not?
I'm going, why not? I'm going
Some distorted angels from the Silicon Valley
Touched deep within the smallest grain
And as we ask ourselves about the beginning
Miss Eilish does everything in her room with her brother