T-X
Maybe it is destined that hormones will put an end to this mortal world one day
when a mutated egg
meets an ivory sperm, wrapped in tears
(Are we, the audience, sitting in front of the silver screen? No, what we see are actually lymph-reticular centers)
Arnold Schwarzenegger, who had an unsullied reputation
fizzling with combat verve, threw down the glove, and fought every battle with all his strength
Running nose, bloodshot eyes
He had no idea who and what gender
his opponent was, until the astounding apparition
of T-X, fresh and erotic with female sensuality
She was a whirlwind from the energy field
who forced her way into the light rail as the consequence of some Butterfly Effect
She was connected into the core of cosmos rhythms, and her voice was recorded simultaneously
her off-screen voice, and her two sets of lines as well
Schwarzenegger, with his muscular arms
loomed up from the vascular net of the universe
with eyes sparkling like Sirius
They were filled with azure amazement
while his limbs, hitherto too proud to wrestle a woman
felt a sudden and indefinable impulse from within
T-X, created by nobody
emerged from formulas of arrogant humankind
She was a mutant who changed when circumstances did
Vengeance! Humankind should be exiled from Creator's cycle
Sciolists attempted on a whim
to invent a machine as their slave
When they made up the prescription
they knew there was no chance for such thing as sodium chloride fusing with carbon radicals
That was a blind spot. How remorseful!
T-X was the serendipitous consummation of such attempts
There was androgen tumbling through her female blood
That was why her eyes were cobalt blue, and her saliva as salty as sea water
She showed insulting disregard for his existence
contemplating him as nothing but a loaf of flesh along the soundtrack
Wave upon wave of clattering
rippled into the frozen zone of Re-genesis
Who was The Terminator in this endless game?
The scriptwriter was referring to Schwarzenegger
Humankind chased after truth but ended up with embarrassment
Truth was nowhere else but in the poppy field
of femme fatale T-X!
There was no evidence that poppies were symbols of evil, while sunflowers
of oppressed serfs
Even homely bougainvillea
Was an emblem of T-X
The arrival of whom roused us from lethargy
in seeking truth. Once we had thought that Schwarzenegger,
a cybernetic organism, had assured us of safety
But on the contrary, he just increased risk for us
He was flirting with Feminism
which was immovable and independent of man's will
and in return she offered a duel with him, manipulating big data as her weapon
Phenomenon always lags behind
its noumenon, though the former can be witnessed thoroughly
Freedom without tracks to follow is nothing but a rampage
Everything has a soul, stemming from its DNAs
Carbon radicals and silica, they made a gallery
across the vessels of our lymphatic system
Sclerosis, obstruction, blood stasis,
Creatures made of carbon dropped dead one after another
T-X could be resurrected too
Her blue-silver blood
was a metaphor for Time in solid state
Like her transmutation along with vicissitudes
any thought that ever crossed a human mind, was captured by her
and her hands were prosthesis, activated by electric signals flowing through silica
Poor Schwarzenegger, you fought tooth and nail against her
Unknowing that the source of her strength was the spontaneous, holographic field of the universe
As a multidimensional body, she confused you by switching real and virtual images
A shadow was always cast before a thought formed in the mind
Phantoms revealed themselves out of sheer emptiness
What a Herculean being T-X was!
She proved that the dominating forces over the world
were torrents of Time
among which there was a silicon island
that humankind had kept ignoring
(Last thing to confirm: it is the will that is unrivalled
instead of hormones. For the latter are compounds
not elementary substance, which are doomed
by laws of the five elements.)
Lyrics by Hai Shang
credits
from Sal,
released January 22, 2023
Hai Shang - spoken word
Paulo Chagas - sax
Paulo Duarte - guitar
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