sending you a kiss
from my pod
in the matrix
do I exist?
I’m in such a fix

agonizing over breakfast pudding
what the heck is it we’re doing?

ask yer mama
ask yer google                                                             I’m feeling lucky!
scratch yer noodle

you’re my ideal
but is it real?
starting to feel
surreal, I squeal

no idea who we are
where we are
and what’s the date

no idea who we are
and where we are
and what’s our fate and curse

flying through the universe
our journey is cosmic
we are relics, toxic
shopoholics who pick

electric whipped cream whisks

you’re a ghost in a skeleton
sailing on a stone
what you atone
comes into its own

caught inside an eye
we transverse time
first there was no destiny
and now you are and I am

a blockbuster in shades
on the walls of a cave
1080 pixels HD interlaced
If I fall asleep, pinch me in the face

ow!

I was Eden’s primordial grove
when God got stoned above
with ayahuasca on our spirit stove
I’m going to find what’s left of love

before I go to bed
in my head
you are me
and I am you

and my life feeds

its string with moments as beads

and with every new moment      and with every new moment
and with every new moment      and with every new moment
and with every new moment      and with every new moment

my suspicions grow

that reality

is no more

no idea who we are
where we are
and what’s the date

no idea who we are
and where we are
and what’s our fate and curse

flying through the universe
our journey is cosmic
we are relics, toxic
shopoholics who pick

electric whipped cream whisks

and the world is a dewdrop
on the whisker

of a kitten

turn the lights out

once you

get bitten

Translation by Bob Hýsek & Matthew Sweney.

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