THE WALKER - staring at the sky

 Here I go now, running through the desert, and while I run, I see the sky falling down over us, and then, while dragging myself over the sandbanks, down there, on the horizon, I see some kind of blurred towers appearing and disappearing, and as I stare at this vision, I feel a strong desire of getting closer it, but, probably these towers are just an illusion made of sand and smoke, even so, it doesn't matter, I keep advancing on the prowl of that mirage… but, then, as I’m apparently getting close to it, it tends to disappear, to change place… and then, all in a sudden, as the devil rubs his eye, I’m already being engulfed by a sandstorm and so, while I turn in the sand, there are various shadow beings coming closer, turning, dancing around me… this is, goshes, sprits, jinnees, whatsoever… mumbling, hollering, yelling, freedding quaint laughs while turning… and so, in an instant, some of these shadows manage to get really close, and then already inside my body, I have a palette of voices babling inside my head, voices saying things like “I’m the true-true, and I will guide you through the stars…”; “I’m the real-real, and I will carry you to the matter…”; “I’m the freeda-free, I will take you wherever you wanna go…” and then, there I go again, running through the crest of a dune, still trying to approach these vanishing towers… towers that are now looking bigger and closer, but, well, after a while, there they go again, disapearing, changing their locations… and so, I have to change my directions too, change my directions in order to go after them… thus, down another dune I go now, and while descending, again, I fall on the fold, and then yes, while looking up I see the sky getting really close, and as it comes, on its surface I see some sort of blurry numbers showing up amidst that leaden clouds, numbers that are also toppling over, blinking, changing its form, somehow like the figures at some sort of stock market screen. This is, numbers becoming blurred faces with pointy teeth and then, the voices I was hearing inside my head are actually incorporating those blinking faces coming closer and closer and... then, there I go, already being sucked by that magnetic sky, this is, my body and existence being choked by the jobbery of numbers and their meaningless. So, now, I’m just a prey being analyzed by the matrix. Electricity and dysfunction running through my skeleton, meat and sap. This is, a soul being washed by the passions of the future, whatsoever. Though, in my mind, while rolling through these tunnels at the speed of the light, being sucked by the tentacles of these ultratechnologic machinery, I still know who I am, or at least, I pretend that I know. And then, while being engulfed by this meta-mathematical sky I have emotions like misery, hope and contentment fighting inside myself, and this is, I feel like fighting against the wind and making love with the sand at the same time... anyway, I’m falling through a hole now, but I still fell confident, and so, as I go down I see images of the world’s history passing by at high speed, this is, I see imagens of big spaceships, big explosions, flying crocodiles, the primitive man naked in the hoods, under some big rock, trying to make fire while rubbing two pointed sticks… and then, in another cave, the sons of Adam all fighting together, because of… well, I don’t know the reason they why they are actually fighting,  but, then, I see a lot of dollar notes hanging on the ceiling of this same cave, and after… I see all these people working on the pyramids of egypt, and while they work, I also see the gods up there in the sky, laughing, drinking whiskey, making toasts with it, and while they do it, some drops of their drinks are actually falling down over the bare back of the workers/slaves now looking up, and then escaping their service, fighting with big bears on the side of the road, dancing in circles with cobras around their necks…  and so, as I go down, I keep having more visions, I see the pilgrimage of Jerusalem, and I see the medieval man inside big ships, arriving at other continents… and then, naked man/ women trying to stop bullets with their own breasts… and I see the outbreak of the first great WorldWar, and the aftermath of the second great WorldWar… this is, I see the men inside Auschwitz concentration camps, chooking, and I see the atomic bomb falling over Hiroshima, children screaming in the suburbs of the city, and then, I see the advent of internet… people stuck inside computer screens, and then, I’m already passing through an opening between some roofs and in a while, I’m landing precisely on the chair of the defendant/accused inside a big courtroom, just in time to hear the verdict from the judge, now staring at me, half smiling, his silly wig falling a bit on the side, and then, as he bangs the hammer on the table he shouts “Acquittal!”, afterwards, the public are clapping their hands, and, then, as I look back, at the assistance, I can see their vain expressions, and, at this point, all them are actually looking at their phones, not at us at all. And, in a while, the judge is no more here, and, at some point, I’m already being seized by a couple of security/policemen, this is, they pull me through corridors that lead to another corridors until reaching a big door, and then, as this door opens automatically, I’m being shoved outside, down this big marble staircase, just in front of the courthouse. And then, as I manage to turn back, I look at the statues on the top of the building, and in the middle of it, there is a big lady, half naked, with one hand holding a two pan scale, and the other hand holding a sword, that looks more like a trident. And then, as I think about the meaning of all this, some beggars are already coming to me, asking questions in a language I can’t understand, and then passing their hands through my naked body, and I don’t like the way they are doing it, so, I pull them back… and then, there I go, running towards the big square in front of the court building, where some kind of demonstration is happening. This is, I go though groups of people turning around, some of them with rags covering their eyes, making figures, and as they twirl they are actually screaming stuff like "Long live to the Crisis!”; “Hail the Crisis!!” some say, in unison, and others, “the Crisis is friendly, the Crisis is primordial... the Crisis was already here when we came…” and each time they say the word “Crisis” they say it louder than the other words, and so, as I go though this huge square, they keep saying these things while turning around, going against each other, and against me, sometimes. And then, more to the middle area of the arena, I hear “Love the Crisis, trust the Crisis, enjoy their fruits… coz the Crisis appeared to kill our desire for reality... the Crisis exists because men can not live only from dreams... the Crisis is a river that belongs to the monopoly of the creator... the Crisis is the main energy of the universe itself... the main energy contained in the tail of a lizard... at a snake's tongue... so, in the name of all the ancestral mothers and pataphysical fathers, and in the name of all the colorful aunts and all great motherfuckers… and also, in the name of the holy spirit in quarantine, long life to the CRISIS…HAIL the CRISIS!".