Fingerprint labyrinth - Hieronymus Bosch

No one word has passed the lips

The knowledge speaks with keys and fingertips

Swim against the shining stream

Of this livid screen

Writing with gray matter ink…

New age world is just a thing

Plastic skull and ribs of steel

Numerator of the free will

Crimson ray makes white arrow fly

Static wind blows high

Above the glassy sky

Stinging letter, killing dot

Insert the word into empty slot

The ages slid by as the moments slid past

Virtual life of timeless cast

The chosen one who monumentalized

And mesmerized by looking through this single eye

Hanging by a thread…

Some words are left unsaid

Wish and dream will never blend

Lost without a trace

Under the gray surface

Digged into the open space

Fingerprint labyrinth

The second coming of an ancient myth…