I am the stranger you never met.
If you're playing dead ...
Are you not reading my mind.
There is no psychological disturbance
Because all I do is stimulate
You.
Stimulating me.
Stimulating you.
As I sleepwalk through the day.
Void of all inhibition.
Sitting in the hot baked grave,
Deep beneath the hot hot sun.
The great waves upon waves echoing.
As it echoes in my ear drum like a spiraling
Masterpiece of sound shaped like a sea shell.
I hear everything I can.
The traces of my mind linger.
In this house built without windows.
Where would I be without you under a different solstice,
Where the past consumes me....
Where the future rests.
And the eyes of the Holy ghost preside in me.
