Twisting in the Slow Sand    I’m spending some time Behind glass    I’m twisting in the slow sand Enveloped in upright infinity Elongated by optical illusion   I’m swimming in silicon  Making ripples roll  Through the sand streams  And falls of time

 

 

 

12

Looking up from the twentieth floor
it's easy for me to believe
that the staircase I'm climbing
will always be winding
for ages and ages
up into the sky

It won't be so easy
but I have my plans
I'm going to switch out my skin
and organs
with plastic and steel
with a realistic feel
I'll keep on rising
up into the sky

So that years from now
on mechanical legs
with an artificial brain
in my electrical head
I'll still be ascending
step by step
up into the sky
with no regrets

And should I fall
during my ascent
with my last breath
I'll fight and I'll never relent.