Supernova

I went supernova
Invisible matter trust outwards
In waves and relativity
Does not concern me
Neither does this strange theory
Of gravity. There are no certainties
Just disembodied entities
I am not governed by the clock
I divorce myself from this force
Curvature, an overture, an encore
There are four dimensions
But we see only three
Changing shapes, Circles stretch
`Then they are compressed
Elevating, enervating
I deal with distortion, with contortion
I pass though unscathed.

Rise and Return

They will tell me nothing of my origin
A sin, they say, that must never be repeated
I emerged from some obscure country
On some dark continent. I am an exhibition
I should charge for admission

The fog gathers and all the profanities
Directed at me reassemble themselves
In my mind relentlessly. It resembles
A kind of constant aerial bombardment
Insults issued in jest, they say

In dreams under cover of darkness
Guided by the yellow moon, I crawl
Slowly across the map of the word
To that once magical place that is the land
Of my birth and I unearth an elaborate
History that, until now, was hidden from me.