There was a time when distance was held
in tranquil immunity with the gods of forever.
In waves of silence I could find you easily.
Should I scream in intense being,
I might shatter your concerted thoughts.
A tattered sequel of that time is playing now, again,
as it had a hundred times before...
To which direction do I repeat the patterned vibrations?
"All directions katie;
of thought and time"
Directing thought patterns is unheard of
so desire leads the way...
directly into the mind
and then into the verse
If I could gather
(ahh and you know I can)
all the shadows of yesterday and make them one
There is a glow of 'real'
that vibrates in ryhthms so deep.
I Will scream in intence being
hoping to 'feel' the shattering
of your thoughts.
~poetically speaking or not*