Dedicated to Julian May, author of "The Many Coloured Land(The Saga of the Exiles in the Pliocene epoch)

The rupture of the brain from flesh, children of the black
Devouring mother, call her blessed, with impetus they lack
Glorified spineless triumph, sick polluted mind
Grusome child in void, evolution of humankind

Operant child in unity Unseen, unheard this day
Floating mind is veiled in blood, the body is taken away

Stripped of appendages, ungiven choice
Awaiting intervention, mind without a voice
Mentally amplify, cerebral lustrate
Life after bodily death, brain without a face

Black mother feeds the rancourous scorn, sinful propagate
Metaphysically entity, redact, coerce, farsense, create
Infinite years, immortality chained Aeons herein encased
Artificial, surrogate overt inhuman waste

Divorced from purile emotion, hidden humanity,
body, a cremated epitaph Torso innutility
Utterance of death's blessing Funeral absent dream
Muted in a voiceless uproar, deafened to hear her screams

Banished to an exile life, prisoner of the brain
Mind enhancer switches in, with unrelenting pain
Bodiless mentally, The twisted saint began
Spawned inside a sterile womb, nurturing the mental man