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Axel Maddin :

I can feel the energy of an intense activity.

All dressed in white, they work without a word.

They live in this anthill, a flesh made colony.

Speak to no-one, saving unknowing, it’s better to ignore.

Walking among them, straight to my working cell.

Rejoining Ylan and his own living shell.

Scraping his hand, he seems annoyed, looking intently at the void

A man’s body, the mind of a boy.

Someone is watching over me.

Dissect my notes, I disagree.

They have a seizure on his drawings.

Questioning me, they’ll get nothing.

I can feel that Genesis only sees a threat in me.

All her skin dries, compulsive growing old.

They speak in their own way, getting used to my body.

Circles, crosses, squares… there are stories to be told.

I cannot really say if I could like this place I dwell.

But I don’t find myself in this prefab air I smell.

Above this robotized sphere which subsides on the ground.

Genesis lives, but still she casts around.

Someone is watching over me.

Dissect my notes, I disagree.

They have a seizure on his drawings.

Questioning me, they’ll get nothing.

Ylan :

Amidst the mists and coldest frosts,

With stoutest wrists and loudest boasts,

He thrusts his fists against the posts,

And still insists he sees the ghosts.