Unconscious

Designing destiny with broken rapidographs,
between examples, like a negative soul.
Soul borders,
conscious,
conscious,
conscious,
I am out of codes, between disorders.

Your, our changing Mother Gaia, is sending letters to infants that were never born.
The moving came from above, pouring crossroads and afterwards cities.
Doors were opened to street seasons and light realities.
A midnight cypress, an entity.

Big fuel architects working towards irrefutable lies,
solving chosen senseless tears, beautiful senseless tears,
once of chastity, once of shame.
Now boredom, since suffering is chastised,
is attempting to stay in regarded souls, playing the shadow game,
playing dead enough anxieties.

Red detects between fractures an experienced void.
IPod eyes,
invite and design related places murdered.
-Everybody in and driving.
Years and years love letters in envelopes and dying relations.
Head eyes,
On tedious desire behaviors, the reason exists.

Machines.
Partial for heaven, partial for earth.
Rooms?
Bathrooms?
Beginning aching outside, pretending,
the theater, the act, the play.
Leads have more human sunlight.
Computers.
Spectacular things.
Diplomas that vanish rejected.
-We are moving.
Motion reminds stillness.
Confused I said:
Phrases preset with variations...