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I sit on top of the desk and behind me the monitor
shows images and numbers i can't understand.
The phone is mute
the handset is within few steps
lying on the floor
All around me, there's silence, broken only
by distant and forced sighs
and by the computer that is incessantly crunching its alien datas
In front of me
the front door wide open
that filters the light of a flashing neon
To my left a closed window
I reckon hermetically
to the right a mirror that
only reflects the image of this empty room
In my many previous lives
I had lived as a vegetable
as an animal
and as a human being also
A moan is coming through the floor
as I'm biting a fruit
its juice it's a relieves my palate
I take a glimpse to the man slumped not far from me
and i smile
I whisper him that I'll soon take care of him
and he replies with a moan of pain
I have no heart
or nerves, nor soul
I'm simply essence
Whoever looks at me, does it with the eyes of his own soul
therefore, it happens I'd be call:
Satan
Yahweh
Buddha
God
Muhammad
or even Jesus
Because they see my figure as the names i'm named
So there might be that one day
I'd be a beautiful woman with a blue cloak over my head
or a horrible and horned creature
and i'm not talking about a politician
even though the difference is really minimal sometimes
I finished my snack
the forbidden fruit for excellence
which i never let anything
neither the core
I wipe my hands on the clothes i'm wearing
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