The lions of Hebron get out of her way under a sky of watercolor and no-one sees the integrated circuits of her brain flaming.
Why this eternal journey, cutting through the night like cellophane? Why her automobile runs fast and hot on the heels of its accumulator, and no one sees this androidal female divinity?
The angst and the impotence get automatically deleted in this horrid miracle of the science, as we hear the white wheels screeching under the appalled Omega Point.
Emanuele Luzzati
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