kills Pigmalion 2005

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.
February 2005