The ghost truly lives in this machine. br I am startled by its presence daily. br br I walked to the end of the world today br And all I found was a sleeping stone. br I threw it back to God br and asked him to wake it up. br br Collecting skulls will keep the universe br enthralled. br br The dark paint on cave-walls br believes in my futility. br br What Crow knows is more than I can br ever say. br br Crying to the moon? br Perhaps I am just in love. br br I will transcend time and space br before death slaughters my nuclei. br br Hope with me, mankind, br that only we might develop night-vision. br br Hovering souls and whispering ghosts br gather around my knuckles and ears. br br I see the world. br I can see it move through space.br br C.E.