A cape on my back And a trigger next to my index finger I look around at the world It is a hell on Earth The trees in bloom, the water azure The sky cloudless, orange and purple
I look like I'm from the future Maybe I'm from the future Or maybe I really did come from Saturn Since this is all so alien to me Take me back to where we were Take me, Ra. Take me, Jhonn.
But I'm here. I see the world The old building blocks The ferris wheel moved by radiation I look at the gun in my hands It's matte black. Brand new, like me. Brand new, like the blood from the body on the ground.
Maybe this never happened, I say to myself questioning the audience. I look at the cubes. They are all different colors. Some explode. Some expand. Some implode. I feel at home with those. This feels safe.
The world I came to is different. This world is not a rhapsody. This world is made of skin. There's another body inside. Like mine, but pitch black. It is my shadow.
Suddenly I am at home again. I feel the shadow pulling the Earth apart. I feel my face. I'm dusty. I report to the Mars of the World. They tell me to head back in. I resign myself to fate.
I look in the mirror one last time. I see a woman. I'm content. I get in my bed, as I did yesterday. The night shortly falls over me. I crawl into the void, as I live and breathe.
I wake up in the different place again. I look in the mirror. It's a dusty, white face of no expression. I put the cape back on and leave. As I leave the zone beyond time, I remember again. It is time to find something of value.
**** the objective. I hear knocking on the door. I open it. It's the courier. "Welcome back." "Thank you." "Are you ready?"
We leave for the yellow zones. But I'm tired of the courier. As the bullet exits his brain, I feel free. So does his blood. The desert around us stares at me. The cubes cry out.
I'm in the green zone. I'm looking for the child. He greets me with a smile. "You have realized!" "I am finally back. I have killed the ones holding me back." "Welcome back to reality. I love you, Mother."
The industrial zone around us starts feeling distorted. The cubes lose their shapes and scream. My son grabs my legs tight. The trees are all dead. The sky is gray. The water runs green, with purple bubbles. I missed Saturn.
Kurosawa could dream. Tarkovsky could dream. Lynch could dream. Why could I not?