Alberto Roman

Some of the new gods are ethereal entities rising from specific historical terrains: Capital. Technology. Military. These forces, in a Titanic Copulatory Menage, birth: Amazon, Google, Facebook: The Internet Triumvirate. The Cyber Trinity. Our identities are both seized and ordered through the angel gadgets: video games, cell phones, and drones in a sweeping electronic storm whose particles we are streaming and assimilating in our respective Central Nervous Systems and Habi tats. The Grid has all seeing emissaries . The Luminous is not a counterfeit Numinous. The shine from Tablets and I phones is The Deities' splendor. Worship my friends. Worship. (From a dream where an eight winged silvered dragon fly tapped this message to my forehead with its dancing appendages).  I woke up. Amused. Delighted. I drank from the gold cup once more. This water had no front or back.

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This one. This transformation. Unlike others before it. Now,  I understand that not the grief alone of my brother's passing brings forth the upheaval and fragmentation.  An intelligence from the deep. Ancient deep. Is. Guiding me to an Unknown.  Old personnas die and must be buried.  If I am steady. In the meantime, shadows, voices, repressed, surface to shine, rage, weep, laugh and fade.  They Make way. Sometimes,  I feel this tremendous voltage inside me: Intimations of what is to arrive. Beware.  I am not him anymore.   I might not love you like I used to. I might be an exotic stranger declaring in fresh tongues my new truths. For the moment. For the moment. Let me. Let me. Be. AR