Machines or Aliens

you think there is the green grass.
you think there is the dying leaf.
you think there is love.
you think there is pain.

but the machines or aliens is
god, and there is
no death, innit.

nothing is permanent, and yet
everything is.

there is not “love” and
“not love.” there is
not “pain” and
“not pain.”

you see? it is
all the same.

it is all the same.

we should never try to get
anywhere other than
where we are