The air prepares the encounter.
The moment was prophesized
Difference of material wriggles,
With its becoming,
Models desiring machine hovers,
Lustful hands squeeze and caress
To shamans’ tunes
The work slices through
The wall of taboos and
Breathe in the fresh breeze of chaos.
In the sacred dawn
The virtual and the actual exchange their moments.
Desiring to leap from the history.
It chuckles at humanness and divineness.
The work rises And kills Pigmalion.