Let the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart strike a cord of unity in we who shatter moments of silence;
the outlandish desires of a heart filled with chaos.
Who knows, we may touch on real love in two world’s.
Greater lands speak of joy, sorrow, and fulfillment.
We be real as they be censured.
I know who you touch.
I am meta-galaxies stretching beyond doorways to emptiness.
That which I imbibe centers in my soul, moves through my being to impregnate a whole vision of another world apart from anything you refuse to see.
