Poetry of Science Fiction

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THE AFTER-RAIN

It rains buildings

over

the soul of rock

of the morning:

it rains

the dead and those abandoned in misery.

As it falls howeverPintura de Samy Benmayor

it doesn't break up like it used to

it falls like steel

and nor does

the rock earth

crack open:

that is the "life' that is valued

the rest of us are the dead who live

in buildings

demented without knowledge

of our dementia:

the living who live without death

where have they gone?

Don't our screams reach their hearts of flesh, strumming their hearts, without feeling pain.

Forgive us God (what was that?)

for living in the midst of

the ice of death?

Although there was ONE

who taught us to believe

and hope

that the face of the Lord would not be concrete;

history ends

and when the Nothing begins

no one knows where you are

and now no-one remains.

ONLY it is raining

on

death,

nothing

more.

Pintura de Roberto Matta

*

Submarine suns shining

submerged souls in exchange

for little gods.

Ground of human flesh

where the stars plays to see themselves as them selves alone,

on the shoulders of cromogenic time,

where the survivors swim

their fortunate life

Trees of salt water

where the dawn is foam-.

(Science will make immortal beings, of plastic flesh;

  • pleasure, what was that?-)

They will leap over the sick mirrors

and the pure metal spirit

will banish the soul!

"Soul!" Where do I stick myself?

In submarine suns singing

the light of eternity

*

Electronic birds

cross

rip/

pin/

g/

a plastic sky -

my only

friend

in this twenty-first century that is ending.

*

Souls in the shape of cars

that look at the cemeteries

that fly through the cosmos.

and if the cosmos was a lie

and if I lived in the silent void?.

*

FANTASTIC METAPHYSICS

OF SCIENCE FICTION

a) EVEN YOU WONDER GOD
IF I EXIST
OR NOT

b) AND I WONDER WHAT EXISTS FURTHER FROM THE EXPANSION OF THE UNIVERSE OF MY MIND

E

AND THEN THE MAN CREATED GOD IS HIS OWN IMAGE AND LIKENESS.

*

I play my laser harp with my orange dreams

I have dreams of angels

Green stars in a universe of water

*

Pintura de Frank PhillipsMy awakened halo!

Now sets fire to my soul

and ultimately I have no end, and I sing, I sing!.

because now I am a god!.


*

Tomorrow I will gather

my aura

like a fisherman gathering his net

on the edge of the abyss

I

*

Tomorrow when my duplicate

has a laser halo

I will put my cells on sale.

*

I take my eternity capsule

It's as if I had ingested God himself

and I change into Him,

The Alpha and Omega without end,

without umbilicord -

and it is to be the whole boundless Universe

in this not to elapse

in this to go home fixed

in the middle of the middle of a silent cosmos

that shows me a single image

on the frozen screen of the face of the Sum

now not maker

- given all that has already been made -

and I sleep, I sleep

dreaming that I exist

outside of my inside

in this sleep I dream that awake

And my eyes are two bubbles that explode

in the pure landscape of another Uni-verse

also, like me, eternal.

*

I took my pill and travelled through time.

*

and then man discovered that the Universe was a world enclosed by a fence of antimatter

*

Pintura de Isabel Aranda * Yto*"History is planeted by God;

what happens already happened on another

planet

it will come back to happen again

because of that we will always be made in his image and likeness.

I am He, One from Another, and I will always remember the future

that happened through the past.

I saw voices floating from the dead

I heard them sketching themselves in the stars

till the end without end;

the Transparent Mind of the Maker,

where the prophets saw what would happen.

For him we are all extraterrestrials

in a garden of patient dreams,

where we wait for the eternal Plan to be fulfilled;

the presence of cosmic messiahs

sent from his image

to colonise other celestial frontiers

to warn them

to avoid the errors of paradise

in the fight with enemies

to end finding ourselves

in the synthesis of ONE alone

COMMON to all."

*

By this quark: the infinite: a dream:

made of emptiness

all materials, electromagnetic

Surpassers! of the eternity of a mortal God and resuscitated in yesterday's minds;

now there will be a heaven in the heavens for those who revive again!

*

I travelled through time in my mind

to the eternity of the Dream.:

*

Everyday man was able

to look at his latest dreams

on the screen of a dream recorder

Till one morning he was finally able to see

God in one of his dreams.

*

Now he can read everything my eyes have seen

and study my daily perceptions,

and so clearly

that it seems I am to live forever,

surpassing my five senses

to the infinite

*

Laser flesh

liquid mind

so that beings shine swimming

amidst meditations on the new entity,

human sense of the particular universe.

But where will the light sleep and what things will

the liquid carmine of the sky

of this new being imagine?

Meanwhile, drink your dreams, Omni,

empowered. And rest in complete lassitude.

*

Pintura de Isabel Aranda * Yto*I still wondered what is my proper thesis

or antithesis,

whether my psyche or my body,

and which of the two will win the fight of my life: -synthesis?

*

An electric sun electrifies my soul in the middle

of the afternoon,

my auras shine before the face of a new God,

now transmortal,

my neurones become emotional; and quickly cross the landscape of immense electrons

in the very decomposition

of the consciousness of my eyes, bulging,

I HAVE RECOVERED, shouts my electronic throat.

*

 

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