I have the head of a Buffalo and the tail of a Fish. I plant Flowers of Love in the Mouths of Snakes. I want to eat your lips but only after you pull this Propaganda Instrument from my throat. I want to stitch a Document of Revolution with the Language of Love. I want to cut up the Architecture of Attachment for a new form of Devotion. A NEW WORLD ORDER.

To time travel, I place the Electric Blue in-between the Code Red and an ancient body of saltwater.

When I hang upside down from the Bo Tree, I want to love the meaning of my own name. If I slice open a Pomegranate, the seeds will fall out and flower into a mix-tape for ghosts.  I follow you with my analogue camera when you dance three-legged in the Monastery. I want to dream in a Split-Screen Milky Way. I want to feed Little Blue Moons to the Winged Horse that lives in the Space Station. Did I not appear, Indigo-Skinned, with my Fork-Tongue Demons, in the pages of the Illuminated Manuscript?

Did you click on my Illusions?

Did you click on my Delusions?

Are you my Mirror?

                     { Who is the Charlatan? The Government or The Sun? }

{ Make a wish while the Eye is sleeping }

         { The Snakes cough out Flowers of Love and eat their own tails instead }

{ I plant your texts in the Black Waters of Revolution }

              { I stitch footage of your hands into the Kalki Avatar Prophecy }

I was the Lizard. I was God and I was Future. Because I love The World I want it to reincarnate into a Utopia I hold in my hands. Because I love The World I cut off my own head with a handmade instrument to give to the People of the Swan. I could fit inside the Cup. I could fit inside the Mushroom. I am cutting out Cotton Clouds with Kitchen Scissors. This is an experiment. I am waiting for you at my Wedding at the End of the World, with my Sunglasses, my Swan and my Tape Machine. I have the heart of a Buffalo and the Song of a Fish. I loved you so famously. I loved you so everybody could see.

I am waiting for you at the End of the World.