check the soundtrack at my soundcloud that is created from this psychedelicate poetry. sorry about the quality, I do not have proper devices and this was my first time with a sound editor.  If you feel inspired and would like to participate in an international project, send me any kind of recordings, which I will use in the final track..
https://soundcloud.com/m3tta/how-do-you-add-sthg-to

HOW DO YOU ADD SOMETHING TO INFINITY?

(to H.)

„is your dreambody 3d?”

asked a hallucinatory self of the many,

her name is 

Aura Anahita Arvisura

My best meness 

highend meanness,

i guess sometimes i'm an empress,

most probably that stray alien queen,

who was bored of being alien,

but far too mean and clear in vision

to downgrade the selfings

and become human,

she asked this question curiously,

from the most conventional

image of me, the one, which is Thee

when the question is identity

not she, he, or we,

senseless nonsense  of common sense consent,

manifesting neutrality, ultimate jury,

a primordial reality,  natural validity,

the one that manifests as real we,

you, me, we.

all emerged from a trajectory

of mutual consciousness tree

in a singular realm

where i were a woman

we were a

being, lost in coexistence

with a man,

a king of the universe,

a sheppard of his own thoughts,

facets of love and consiousness,

faces of emperors,

their name is

Ahura Agaba Arvisura,

a rare entity,

being able to control me,

without harming my freedom,

divine masculinity overwhelming my feminine divinity,

he was one, yet

they were also many, just like us,

ones in one at once,

who were also

 me at the other end

of a microtubular cable,

„i donno”

they responded,

we all repeated

"i donno"

as an ancient greek choir

until not-knowing

filled the obviously known,

and the wise human

was born,

yet no dimensions,

just a malleable me-man, able

to wisely respond.

a rapid outburst of fluid

plasticity that formed my

me and you and we,

in your meaning too,

saying that the dreambody

was off-dimensional,

a non-objective subjectivity

which inheres you, me, we.

„formally it’s at least 5d”

said our wise self

that mutual core,

and dissapeared in a parallel

paradox of non-existent being.

we were all at once

ones in ones in one oneness,

a set of intersetting sets of setting-sets,

waiting for an interference,

a misfit wave,

waving as waves

many ones in oneness at once,

an input, which resets the sets

a quantum that is not bothered by

being observed,

a bug in the system,

controlling its behavior, 

a concrete meaning of

the circle,

an invader but not darth vader,

an abstract being,

that perfection, which

best described as

meyouwe,

even if

me, you, we

say ’it’s them’

alien, other, different.

until they reset us

and we are set in their set

that is us.

difference is indifferent interference.

„this is how you add something to infinity”

said my updated dreambody

to your cognitive selfness,

the man on the other side

of the microtubular teleline

wore an acid helmet,

you are your own whore

in a self-set,

this is a coherent sentence

even if you neglect,

just like a stray goddess wearing velvet,

telling secrets:

hookers, who cares,

bodhies, no bodies.

you are a memory of me,

i resemble you,

i like you, cose you are like me,

we like us, cos we are likely the same.

we are us,

we are part of them,

but they are not part of us,

a partition of parts

participating partly apart,

off-dimensional, pan-existential,

extra-real dreambodies

of meyouwe.

yes, you are.

forever.